Beth Meadows

The Touch, the Feel of Barn Wood

"film", "men", "salvage", "travel"B2 Comments
Today I went to see a man about a barn.















Well, it's not technically a barn anymore. The tornado that plowed through Greenback, Tennessee a couple of weeks ago blew it down. My photojournalist friend Adam was out there taking photos, met the man who owns it, and told him he would tell me to contact him, which I did. 

It took the man about a week to call me back, but once he did, things moved quickly. Two days later, today, I went out to see him.

I posted on Facebook that I needed a friend to go with me on a salvage adventure, you know, so someone could protect me from rape and murder, JIC. Tracy decided to come along with me.

So this morning with Old City Java coffee (and their Lox bagel adorned with pesto cream cheese which is one of the best things I've ever eaten) in our bellies, we made the 45 minute drive to Greenback. After passing all of the over-development* that is Alcoa Highway and Maryville, the drive actually became very pretty. We passed farmland, barns, silos, and old farmhouses.

We finally arrived and there I met Bob. I introduced him to Tracy, and Bob said, "Tracy, I've seen you on TV." Cue Tracy's laugh.

Immediately following, Bob's cell phone started blowing up. Popular man. In the meantime I took some photos.





























Beauties lying in the sun















Where is the Metrognome? Why, he's in Greenback.

Bob asked if I was going to post the photos on Facebook to find a buyer, to which I replied, "You really know what's going on, Bob. Do you have a Facebook page?" to which he replied, "No, but all my friends do."

He is right. I will post them on Facebook and some other places. I don't know that much about barn wood, but I know that people are crazy for it and that I've been waiting for this moment for a while.

On the way back, I stopped to take some photos of the sites. I want to know what this yellow flowering plant is. Do you know?





























*The one good thing about the over-development. What a sign.
















When we passed by this van in a field, I said, "That reminds me of Napoleon Dynamite," to which Tracy replied, "How much you wanna make a bet I can throw a football over them mountains?"

I'd be willing to bet you could, Tracy.