At one time we had barns rather than garages. We opened the door manually rather than with a remote. We had a horse or two, maybe a cow parked in it. There were no oil spots on the concrete floor but we did have other stuff on the floor. Along the walls were hanging the gear we needed to ride our horse or maybe a buggy. Anyway here is an image from a barn at the Superstition Mountains Museum near Apache Junction, AZ.
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E.Brooks
About the only thing I ever remember my father collecting was wooden wagon and buggy wheels along with leather harnesses, horse collars and hames and bridles. He put them in an old outbuilding, which your photo reminds me of, and when retired he created some interesting lamps and tables out of them. I like the toning of this photo.
Welcome back, Monte, and it sounds like you had great visits with family.
Monte Stevens
Glad I could stir memories of the past. Yes, I enjoyed the family time. Laid back and relaxing. Still glad to be in my own home but not this cold weather. More snow predicted this weekend.
Tom Dills
I have a horse in my garage on occasion, but only when I bring my Mustang home from my storage unit. 😉 Fortunately the only thing in the storage unit is the car – it’s not full of surplus junk like most are. Storage units are a booming business around here. I guess that is a symptom of a strong economy.
I remember growing up our garage was always full of scraps off wood. My dad was a woodcarver and a letter carrier and would bring home all sorts of interesting wood that he find on his daily rounds. He would pile the wood (neatly) on both sides of the garage.
There’s something about old leather and old wood that makes for an interesting scene. I especially like the sepia look you have added to this one.
Monte Stevens
These scenes remind me to my grandparents and uncles homes. They lived on farms with barns and sheds full of stuff like this. Oh, and the smell! I’m glad the image stirred up memories. I wasn’t aware you had a mustang. 🙂