The magic hour

This is a barn on Prest Road near Bailey here in Chilliwack that is photographed by dozens of people at the magic hour—that hour either before sunset or after sunrise.

I decided it also served as a metaphor for the city: It stands on a small piece of farmland at the foot of Promontory, a sprawling residential suburbia atop a hill. A man is day by day taking the barn down piece by piece while just up the hill new houses go up one by one. Agriculture, the heart of this city, is being displaced by . . . oh forget it. Saying a barn is a metaphor for the city is pretentious and dumb.

It's a pretty picture.