Flowers—Lines—Ice

Pennsylvania

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). 😉

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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.


Barn

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.

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

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Window


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 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 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.


Reflections

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.


Mmmmm….tasty.

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: