During spring break in 1980, I took a bike trip through the Province of Ontario, Canada; a barn stands silent in a pleasant field in eastern Michigan.
I made it as far as Cambridge, Ontario, as the weather was very cold and windy – years later I would live near Cambridge, England; and here I’ve photographed the doors and a window of an old barn.
A view while crossing the bridge from Port Huron, MI, to Sarnia, Ontario; looking north towards Lake Huron.
The southern view while crossing the bridge from Port Huron, MI, to Sarnia, Ontario; looking in the direction towards Detroit.
Here I’m on the road towards London, Ontario – I had previously visited London, England, and would later live just an hour away in Suffolk County, East Anglia, England; here another barn door is captured by my camera lense.
I experimented with taking pictures of old barns and abandoned houses along the highway.
The subject of “windows within windows” was very intriguing photographically to me.
Just as the eyes are the “windows of the soul,” so too the windows of buildings display the life within the four walls.
An abandoned house along the way stands without a spirit or a soul, as only memories remain.
How sad to see that these windows are completely empty; devoid and empty of any light or life.
The door of an old barn frames the distant window within; holding the promise of nature in the distance.
An abandoned home without life displays the far wall slats; revealing only emptiness inside.
A beautiful field of wild flowers along the highway in Ontario, Canada; catches my attention and that of my camera lense.
My camera captures the dawn as it streams into my one man tent, somewhere between Woodstock and Cambridge; I would later live near both cities in England.
This is the same tent and equipment that I brought to the U.K. and France, on my previous bike trip to Europe and the British Isles.
Here I’m camping in a field beside a grain silo; the tent was the only new item since my U.S. bike trip with Bruce.
There is a basic and simple nature in riding a bike and camping along the way; and relying on the generosity of complete strangers to provide you with a place to spend the night.
Life is reduced to the bare essentials of man and the elements; surrounded by the beauty of nature and challenged by the weather.
Well tended old headstones along the way, some broken from years gone by; tell of the people that came this way long before I decided to travel this same road.
More headstones along the road; lonely sentinels of a silent and long distant past.
Another sad and abandoned house along my route; revealing only emptiness within these abandoned walls.
These front windows framed the rear window within their center sash; displaying the promise of spring beyond the darkness and emptiness within.
Reframed in this cropped photo, the rear window contains life that calls attention to it; and the eye responds.
Life continues on despite emptiness; hope always springs eternal as evidenced by the promise of both God and nature.