For me, the rural landscape is  emotional. I often look at old buildings falling apart with great dignity, evoking other times and places when they were busy and important, and they seem emotional to me. I do not lament change, and I do not believe the old days are better. Despite the things you hear on the news, these times are good times in many ways, by many measures among the best times. That is not a conventional point of view. Buildings come and go, their functions altering. Could we use a milkhouse, will it ever come back? I doubt it. Same as old barns. Still, there is something poignant about them, biding their time. They touch me.