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Photo gallery: Hidden in the shambles, an odd beauty

I’d heard reports that the old barns at the former Albert potato farm in Worthington are falling apart. The abutting neighbors are frustrated and the town is trying to figure out what to do with them. On Saturday, I went to take photos and found out quickly that the neighbors are not exaggerating. The barns are a shambles.  However, from a photographic point of view they are oddly beautiful and intriguing. I couldn’t help but creep in — I just knew there would be great pictures in there — but I did wonder if something was going to fall on my head. Then I saw these skates. I snapped away, then snuck back out, happy to leave everything as I had found it.

CAROL LOLLIS

I’d heard reports that the old barns at the former Albert potato farm in Worthington are falling apart. The abutting neighbors are frustrated and the town is trying to figure out what to do with them. On Saturday, I went to take photos and found out quickly that the neighbors are not exaggerating. The barns are a shambles. However, from a photographic point of view they are oddly beautiful and intriguing. I couldn’t help but creep in — I just knew there would be great pictures in there — but I did wonder if something was going to fall on my head. Then I saw these skates. I snapped away, then snuck back out, happy to leave everything as I had found it. CAROL LOLLIS Purchase photo reprints »

I’d heard reports that the old barns at the former Albert potato farm in Worthington are falling apart. The abutting neighbors are frustrated and the town is trying to figure out what to do with them. On Saturday, I went to take photos and found out quickly that the neighbors are not exaggerating. The barns are a shambles. However, from a photographic point of view they are oddly beautiful and intriguing. I couldn’t help but creep in — I just knew there would be great pictures in there — but I did wonder if something was going to fall on my head. Then I saw these skates. I snapped away, then snuck back out, happy to leave everything as I had found it.

— Carol Lollis

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