Maybe I am the only one whose eyes light up when a beautiful tin roof presents itself, but if you share my enthusiasm then you will understand why this one stopped my car on an Eastern North Carolina afternoon.
These things are compelling pieces of abstract art, painted over time by the elements, resulting in wildly expressive hats for the structures that they grace. Even though the structures themselves are nothing to write home about, the viburnum planted beside this one was definitely enjoying its own fifteen minutes of fame.
We’re big these days on shiny new metal roofs. They’re showing up everywhere in green, black, shades of blue and gray, fire engine red (for no good reason that I can think of), and even faux copper (which will never age to a beautiful verdi green like its authentic counterpart). And while I know they are just there to do their job, I often feel a tug of regret for all the works of art that never will be.
Sometimes we are just too clever for our own good.
Photo by Beth Yarbrough.
A lovely photo of our past. I too, love old buildings and always try to imagine the use and activities around them. Thanks for your attraction to the beauty of our past.
Old tin roofs are comfortable--like worn slippers. Love it!