They say that the land is inexorably linked to the people who own it. I think this is true in part, but I have been alive long enough to notice that the land is generally indifferent to the people and it shrugs us off easily over time. Also, those things that we have built. If we're linked to anything on the land, it's our accomplishments that seem to fade as we do.
Johnny's (my father in law's) quonset has seen better days. My mother-in-law spent years trying to get a scarce contractor to come out and fix the shingles that had blown off it. If she does find one now he had better bring some duct tape because the wind has taken the back out of the poor thing. And since this photo was made, the front as well.
The land is shrugging it off. Just as it shrugged off John, who now rests in a plot several km to the west, and my mother-in-law who is 40 km north in a long-term care facility. I guess at some point we all wind up falling apart with our hospital gown flapping at the back and what was private now exposed to all. The building is just keeping pace with reality. Aging is tough. The dignity goes and you're not far behind; there's no amount of duct tape that can fix it. It's just how it is.
And the land waits for the next family to start it all over again.