This barn is one of my very favorites just a couple of miles from the cabin.

If they ever decide to put metal siding on it or tear it down, I will be very sad.  It's everything an old barn should be.

I never tire of the artistic simplicity of a tree in the winter time against a crystal clear blue sky.

Country creek...Little Bell Creek, to be exact....

Much of the creekbed is still iced over, but water still flows underneath the glassy surface.

Lots of people (including my husband) from Indiana call a creek a "crick."  I'm a Hoosier by birth myself, but southern-bred Mama taught us to say "creek" and it always irks me to hear Kim say he's going down to the "crick."  Even after 33+ years of marriage, I can't help but correct him...which probably always irks him too.  Perhaps I should give it up....

What a beautiful spacious barn this one is!  Not sure how much longer this one can keep on standing....

Old red barn with a rusty metal roof...classic...

As I took this photo from the road, I could see our cabin across the fields.  Back in my running days, this was part of my regular route and I ran down this seldom-traveled road all the time, over this bridge and across this creek.  I'm not sure this really qualifies as a "crick" or if it's more of a glorified farm ditch.  But I do know that a great blue heron lives here and flies away from it every time I go by. 

Winter has its down sides, for sure.  But I love each one of Indiana's seasons for its own beauty, and that's why I could never be a snowbird and fly south for the winter and miss out on the peaceful and restful calmness cozy-up-by-the-fireplace days that winter brings.  I may be weird but I truly do enjoy this time of year, and the beautiful countryside where we live with its...

...winter barns and snowy "cricks."