I was driving down a county road and this old weathered building caught my eye. I’m not sure if it was a barn or just a building. Time has taken its toll as the white paint is now chipped and fading. The door on the end appears to have been cut out of the wood planks and the hinge is completely rusted as is the handle and the lock that is holding the door shut. As I studied this building I saw something flit in front of my camera. Amidst the purple asters and other flowers and grasses surrounding this building was a monarch butterfly landing, feeding, and moving on to another flower. Although the building is presently abandoned and lifeless, keeping its story to itself, there was much life and activity going on all around it.