The Forbidden Falling Barn

You see, I’m new to Spring, Texas. I grew up in the city of Houston, near the Heights area, no barns, certainly no cows, and only the occasional horse stuck for those folks who really felt the need to own one in the middle of the city. It was a struggle for me to buy a house out in the Burbs. I fought it. I was willing to spend a chunk of change on a 800 square foot shack if it meant I could live in the city. Luckily, Bill talked me out of it.

We began to look at houses here in the Spring area. Immediately I was like OOHHH that would be a cool place to shoot. OOOO look at that old school feed store, thats awesome. I’d have to say the idea of shooting at these locations made it a lot more OK for me to buy a house out here.

Now, the forbidden falling barn, I fell in love with it. I’m not opposed to just walking onto a property if I want to shoot there. Yes I’ve been asked to leave an area. And yes I continued shooting while the cop, security guard, rail worker, etc. explained why I couldn’t be where I was. I just shoot while they explain, then I bat my big hazel eyes and say, “Oh sir just a few more shots, I won’t tell if you won’t.” Usually they laugh and say, “ok, but I didn’t see you here”. Once I was told, “No really, you have to leave.” But only once.

Today, with a family of 5 plus one canine, I crossed a barbed wire fence and shot at the Forbidden Falling Barn. It was epic. Its amazing how many places you can get if you just act like you’re supposed to be there. No one bothered us, the sheriff directing traffic at the intersection closest to us didn’t say a word. Hundreds of cars passed by. I’d like to say that my desire to shoot there has been quenched, instead I think I just fueled the flame.

Here are some of the results: