This barn was next to the little church. Some workers went in and out while I was photographing the church...we greeted each other, they got in their car and drove away. The door to the barn was half open...I took a peek.
I walk in and every head turned in my direction. I could sense their fear. What could they have been thinking as the looked at me.? The smell was predictably strong. It was in fact, so strong, that it clung to me out side in the cold air and into the car.
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