These photographs are the last of the batch, and represent the stuff on the inside of the abandoned building. Nothing special here… just some of the junk that was left behind in the old building (and which seems a bit overexposed, now that I see it on WP).
Here are some shots of the inside of the abandoned building. I’ll note that these kinds of shots are not what my skills are best suited for (at this point in my development), but I do want to give you a feel for the inside. I was also shooting super fast somewhat anxious about getting nabbed, either by the police or by whatever the large creature was that I heard scurrying about in the loft.
Here is why I didn’t venture much further in: it’s a hole in the floor:
When I peered into this hole above, I realized there was at least a 10-foot drop beneath it. I actually didn’t discover this hole until I had already wandered in a bit and realized the floor in other areas was very wobbly and unstable. I carefully crept back out and took these shots above. There is a loft that I couldn’t really get to (you can sort of see it in a few of the pictures), but wanted to. I just know there was good stuff up there (including the aforementioned large creature, which was probably just a tiny mouse sounding big). But the floor just wasn’t safe enough to cross, unfortunately.
I’ll post more pictures tomorrow of a few interesting things I found inside some of the side rooms. No pirate treasure or anything, but some shot-worthy old junk, which is always good treasure in my book.
No, not yet! But here is a sneak peek!
There are still some fun things to see on the outside of the building.
And around the back of the large building is this smaller one. Isn’t it sweet?
Tomorrow, we’ll go inside!
Remember that abandoned structure I longingly drooled over last week? Well, I went back… I’ve never taken pictures so quickly in my life. I have LOTS… Shhhhhhh. More to come!
Milkweed, an extraordinary weed.
I came across what looks like an early farm field cultivator sitting alongside a back country road. Given the grass that has grown over its wheels, I’d say it’s been there for a very long time.
This is not at all what I had thought I would be posting today, but here I am nonetheless. Three year olds know how to play harder than any other group I know. I saw it all in action this weekend with my daughter and her friends, as they went from playing cars to unearthing lost toys, playing letter games, assembling puzzles, making collages, sculpting play-dough masterpieces, racing around in the yard, playing on the swing-set, digging up rubber salamanders in the dirt (left over from last summer), playing soccer, enjoying tea parties, having lunch, making cakes, and more, all within the space of two and a half hours. I managed to take a few Flip clips of them throughout the morning, but only had a chance to take a couple of photographs. When it comes to three year olds, you can never go wrong with a dress-up trunk.
I just know there are treasures to be photographed in this abandonned old place. But there is a No Trespassing Sign posted on the property. Hmmmm. Would anyone really ever know? I just have to know what’s in there. I’m sure there must be some fabulous rusted junk just begging to be captured. “Leeeeemony….. Leeeeemony….”
On the same day this week when I was nearly murdered by turkeys (see yesterday’s post), and in the same location, I was also taking photos on the bank of a creek. Here are a few of the treasures I spotted.
These three turkeys snuck up on me while I was taking pictures of the bamboo yesterday. Out of nowhere: GOBBLE GOBBLE. Fortunately, (from past experience) I was sensitive to the tone of those gobbles and the aggressive posturing and knew not to stick around to chat with them about the fabulous color and texture of the bamboo. I took off. Running. And those turkeys were right behind me, as you can see from this shot. By the time I got in my car, the male was puffed up so huge, I thought he would pop. He strutted all around my car, back and forth, triumphant. I’m convinced his two mates were laughing their heads off (at me or him, I don’t know…)
A 300-year-old Sycamore tree braves the “winter storm.”
While I did take more, these are the last three cow pictures I’ll be showing for the time being. The first one is out of focus, but I had to include it for Steve’s sake, since he loves close ups and I thought he’d get a kick out of this one. (Ha ha ha!)
A few more shots from my visit with the cows.
Here are the first photographs in a series I took during a spontaneous visit with some cows. A few details about the experience: (1) The sky was very overcast; (2) I had to hurry, hurry, hurry to take these shots; and ( 3) My heart was utterly swollen with love for these precious, wide-eyed creatures. It was an incredibly moving experience for me.
This first set aims to convey some of the rush of the moment. I was overcome by blurry streaks and patches of light and dark, and suddenly found myself peering into the most gentle, curious eyes I’ve ever seen.
I am honored today to be nominated by two wonderful bloggers for awards. Pablo Buitrago has nominated me for the Versatile Blogger Award (that’s my second), and George Weaver, my new most favorite blogger on WordPress, has nominated me for the Liebster Award.
Given the nature of these awards, as they are circulating around the blogosphere, I am going to take the liberty of changing the rules—or, rather, breaking the chain. I am simply going to thank my dear blogging friends for the recognition. I am genuinely touched that they would recognize me in this way.
The Versatile Blogger Award
I have expressed before how much I enjoy Pablo’s blog (http://pablobuitrago365.wordpress.com) and how much I have gained from our interaction. I have noted, through his comments not only on my own blog but on countless others, the great care he brings to the observations he makes about other people’s photography. He is an outstanding photographer whose daily posts display not only his photographic skills, but also the intellectual curiosity he brings to his subjects. I always look forward to his posts, and I’m sure you will, too. Pablo, thank you so much for nominating me for the Versatile Blogger Award. I admire the enthusiasm and the wonderful spirit of inquiry you continue to exhibit with each passing day.
The Liebster Award
I was surprised, and I must say, incredibly flattered to be included among the nominees of George for the Liebster Award. It was only just recently that I came upon her blog, and from the moment I read that first post, I knew I had stumbled upon something, or rather someone very special. Her photographs will draw you in before you even read the first word. Then, when you start reading, you’ll discover a voice like none other. The authenticity and originality of her voice seem to permeate her photographs. (How does she do that?!) She tells it like it is, and then some…. From what I’ve seen in the short time I’ve read her, this is a quick-witted, intellectually fearless, utterly charming woman who gets it. There is no one else like her on WordPress. Check her out: http://gweaverii.me/
And now for a few final photographs from my railway adventure. There is nothing special about the photographs, in fact the photos themselves have all kinds of problems (exposure, composition, etc.) but you can’t explore an abandoned railcar without running into some graffiti. What I like about these is imagining the scene on the railcar where these were painted: the railcar is located quite near the women’s college where I teach… These will be the last in my series from this week. I’m getting off the train now. 🙂
I’m not sure what to call these exactly. They’re a sort of grate, I guess (I clearly need to beef up on my railway terminology). I found several of them at various points around the abandoned railcar I visited (yes, I’m still my big rusty adventure: it’s almost over, I promise!). They serve as stepping points between the sections on the outside of the car. I was interested in their shapes, which ended up causing a focal point problem for the photographs because there is no place to “land” really when looking at the images, but I shot them nonetheless…
These images are the first in a series I’ll be posting this week of what for me was a grand adventure to a semi-abandoned (if not totally abandoned) railway. I felt like a kid again (well, I almost always feel like a kid when I’m out exploring) as I was running all over the tracks, practically shouting with glee upon discovery of all its rusty treasures. I took tons of photographs. I’ll try not to post them ALL here, but I’ll post some of my favorites. Today: bolts and screws!