For my brother

Barn 1

Barn 2

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). 😉



Don’t worry, George: I’m alive. :-)

Pumpkins and Squash

“Only the knife knows what goes on in the heart of a pumpkin.” Simone Schwarz-Bart

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).

I opted not to look inside the freezer.


I was out of battery power the day I took this photograph (a couple of weeks ago).  I took one shot, the camera power alert blinking red, and that was it.  It was a wonderfully foggy day, perfect for taking some shots, and I had made terrible rookie mistake.  No back-up battery on hand.


Then, I went back through this town yesterday and had a chance to  take a few quick shots of the same barn.












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.





And again in color (except for #4 because it just doesn’t work in color), for comparison:




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.









A Quick Stop on the Side of the Road

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.


These trees are actually reflections in grave markers in a cemetery.  I have photographed the backs of the headstones and the images you see are reflected in the spotted marble.   I know I can do better with this, but I was excited by the idea when I saw these reflections and so just took the shots.  I’m eager to try again on another day.


I occasionally pass by a public water pump that people have been using  to fill containers for over a century.  It is connected to a spring in another township that is about three-quarters of a mile away.  I have never actually stopped at the pump but have always been intrigued by it, when I’ve seen people there filling their various jugs with water.   I assume the water is actually potable, but you have to wonder when you see what is in bottom of the trough.  Note:  I have not altered the color here in any way.

The Conococheague


I took this photograph with my lens practically right up on the water at a point in the creek where there is a manmade very low waterfall (I don’t know the technical word for it). Slow shutter speed and balancing act on rocks account for the interesting blur that resulted.

Here is the same image in black and white:


My New Playground?

These old abandoned buildings just call my name.

Leeeeeeeemonyyyyyy.   Leeeeeeeemonyyyyyyy.

No Trespassing

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….”

While Taking Photos of Bamboo

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…)

300 Years Old


A 300-year-old Sycamore tree braves the “winter storm.”

The Final Three

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!)


Baby Faces

A few more shots from my visit with the cows.

An unforgettable, heart-stopping blur

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.

Getting off the train

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 ( 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:

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. 🙂

Stepping points

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…