I've been photographing this barn for about 5 years. Every time I go to visit my aunt, who is 103, I stop to record this wonderful old barn. She was a beauty in her day, with scrollwork along her eaves and a yellow stone foundation. Last week I drove up to deliver chocolates to my aunt, and the barn was gone. And not just knocked down, but so flattened that no trace was left. In a few years no one will remember how truly wonderful it must have been in its heyday, and how even its skeleton was magnificent, like some great wooden mammoth still standing on a sand prairie in central Wisconsin. I'm glad I got the chance to see her.