Well, it does say “No Trespassing” but…
I don’t know if I can resist this one. Plus, I’m a pretty good climber (if you know what I mean). 😉
This is why I take those left turns:
I find wonderful old buildings like this one. The barn in the photograph below is located on the property with the old shack with the freezer (which you can see peeking into the right side of this image).
Damn! Where Are My Snake Boots When I Need Them?! (Part Three)
You’d think the vines from those windows yesterday could have reached out and yanked me right in. I think they did in a way. I can’t seem to pull myself away from this place!
Here are a few images of the outside and inside of what I suppose was the main barn. I can only imagine that a storm must have done the damage we see here.
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And again in color (except for #4 because it just doesn’t work in color), for comparison:
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Damn! Where Are My Snake Boots When I Need Them?! (Part Two)
Windows
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I’ll also include the images in color for comparison, although I prefer the black and white. The sun was blazing when I took these shots, and so the images in color appear washed out to me (but of course the colors ARE washed out in reality, so I guess the color images offer a more realistic version of these buildings. I didn’t have my daylight filter on hand at the time of this shoot, and so could only rely on exposure compensation, etc.
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There is something quite disconcerting and admirable, at the same time, about the force of the vine.
Damn! Where are my snake boots when I need them?! (Part One)
I came to a screeching stop when I caught a hint of this dilapidated gem off the road yesterday. I was in no way dressed for the adventure, but couldn’t pass up the chance to take some shots, which I’ll be posting over the next few days. Although it might not be clear from the images, there are three structures on this site–a large barn, a smaller building (a house, perhaps?) and a tiny shed, all clustered together. Fabulous vines and trees have taken over the property, devouring the buildings bit by bit, kindly sharing the premises with a small clan of ferrel cats.
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A Mad Dash off the Highway
This is a place I’ve been curious about for a while now. To get to it, I had to pull over on the side of Highway 81, with 18-wheelers flying by me at 90 miles an hour. Dash up the side of a mushy, muddy hill (we won’t mention the little fence I had to climb over… it was hardly even noticeable anyway), run like a maniac taking photographs as quickly as possible before the owners noticed the wild, crazy person on their property, and then calmly walk back down to re-enter my vehicle. No problem.
Unfortunately, the sun was beating shadows into all of my images, and I didn’t have time to adjust my camera on site, so I’m really just going to give you what I got, with just some minor cropping and some B&W treatment for the last image to compensate for the over exposure.
Nothing spectacular here. Just a fun, tangly, quick adventure. My favorite detail of this building is the light fixture next to the window and fully intact lightbulb that shows up in the 6th image.
My New Playground, Part II
You may remember that I posted a photograph of a very large abandoned old barn about a month ago with the hopes of returning there to explore the inside. I passed through that town once again last week (camera in hand) and inquired with some locals in the know, who informed me that it wasn’t technically “abandoned.” In fact, they discouraged me from visiting the property at all, explaining that the owners (who lived just over the hill from the structure) were a bit “off.” They felt that it wouldn’t be a good idea either (when I pressed the idea) to attempt to get permission from the owners to photograph the interior.
I was pretty disappointed because I had built in some time that day (and had even brought along my kick- ass new snake boots, since George got me all paranoid about getting “kilt up”). But my fang-proof boots weren’t going to protect me from whack-jobs, so I headed on south down “Orphanage Road” where I came upon this fabulous wreck:
Now I did only stay on the outside this time. There was a pack of six Rottweilers in a neighboring yard about 50 meters away barking their heads off, so I was a bit nervous about taking my time. From the outside, I see serious treasure, so next time I’m in that area, I will investigate further.
My New Playground?
These old abandoned buildings just call my name.
Leeeeeeeemonyyyyyy. Leeeeeeeemonyyyyyyy.
