“- But there’s a tree, of many, one,— Wordsworth. Ode
A single field which I have looked upon,
Both of them speak of something that is gone:”
I must confess that I breifly consider either cropping or photoshoping out the barn from this photo- but in the end I left it untouched, principally because I like photos that have a sense of place; that reveal a little bit more to the viewer about their context, through their imperfection.