So it seems the cat is out of the bag and my beloved, my better half, has decided to make mention of his battle with leukemia. So this Thursday Doors, and perhaps some in the future, will reflect on that in bits and pieces. But make no mistake, my hubs does not want pity or any of that stuff. His main desire, other than getting better, is to make people aware of the need for donations. Donations of blood, platelets, or marrow. Also the need for education that, when you see someone in a mask, it may be for a reason you are unaware of. You should not be shaming them. Just because they haven’t lost all of their hair or are not skeletal in appearance does not mean their cancer or disease is nonexistent. This ol’ gal is about to start carrying a black sharpie and writing “Cancer Sucks” in big bold print on each mask he wears. And I might just write “Bullys suck” on my own. Thanks to genetics (Patrick Henry is my uncle) I have a fiesty side and will not hesitate to use it. Small town politics be damned. There you have it! My soapbox for the day. Now, on to the Thursday Doors portion.

All along our drive back and forth to the hospital, you can tend to get immune to the sights along the way. I feel it’s important to notice your surroundings wherever you are. Taking in nature, noticing old and new builds, and watching for those crazy drivers just for good measure will keep a person alert. So in trying to find the aha moments to keep as a photo journal of this journey, I’ll include a few doors for today.

The open side (doorways) of this barn faces south. Old-timers knew to close off that north and west side for winter winds. I think I would have wanted that mobile home on the south side of that barn. A bit more protection in my humble opinion. But then we wouldn’t have this nice barn view.

Barns all over Missouri, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Tennessee, Kentucky, Oklahoma, Kansas, Texas and Arkansas advertised Meramec Caverns. It’s thought there were nearly 400 or more in existence at one point. Barely 50 remain. The barn you see here is on a working farm. I just wonder how many photographs have been snapped of this location? Adding mine to the stash now. Sorry that the doors are not readily visible.

Love taking pics of fog on the Missouri River these trips. Golden hour is so stunning. Now if they could just get that road construction finished.