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).
What is it about rust that makes me want to eat it?
Or is it something about me? 😀
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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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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 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.
Lemony Shots 