I originally found this "barn" several years ago along the backroads near Boyer Chute National Wildlife Refuge in Fort Calhoun, Nebraska. This was taken on a very foggy, frigid winter morning amid the type of silence that makes footsteps through snow seem eerily audible.
I say "barn" for lack of an appropriate label to put on such a building. Being a city boy, I once called every rural non-house structure a "barn" until I was regularly corrected on social media. It always went the same: "That's not a barn, it's a corn crib" or "That's not a barn, it's a machine shed." I'm not sure of the pictured structure's intent, so I'm falling into that old trap of calling it a barn pending further education (from a commenter, perhaps?).
About a month ago, I made the trip north up John J Pershing Drive/North River Drive/Road P51/Road 51, a picturesque jaunt that runs (mostly) parallel to the Missouri River, to reconnect with the old "barn" for a sunrise shoot, but it was gone! Many of my favorite "barns" have met the same fate in the past year, razed unexpectedly, leaving a sudden void where there wasn't one.
So here's to the places only I love.