Driving through the Maine countryside on a recent errand I passed this place and snapped a shot. The old barn is huge, and snugged tight by the side of the road. I like to think of someone out there, on a ladder, carefully painting stars and stripes onto the ancient, thirsty wood. What made them think of this, and how did they execute their vision so perfectly? I am constantly fascinated by what motivates and inspires people to do the things they do.
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