It had such character that I had to stop and take its photo.
The barn, servant of a prairie farm, sat on a green hill by a road left to weather the wind and storms and to take in what sun it could get.
Whatever it did, however long it was a working entity, is long lost to the dust. Today it takes the rest it earned during its working life as it slowly surrenders to the soil.
Hilary at The Smitten Image made the above one of these: