I was recently driving one of the back roads near my house when, as I came around a curve, an old house sprung up from behind some trees. It sat in a newly cleared field and, clearly, had been there much longer than anyone had been aware. It was beautiful, and I went back with my camera to capture it before I lost my chance.
There was something so beautiful and haunting about that house, and as I walked all around it I was struck by thoughts of the stories that those walls had witnessed….the lives that roof had sheltered….and the storms that had battered it into its present condition. I took as many pictures as I could, simply because I felt like I was looking at something special that I might never see again. It gripped me, and has ever since.
(The house is still there, and if any of my photographer friends want to go, I'll tell you where it is! I highly recommend it.)
2 of your thoughts:
that is AWESOME! i dream of coming across something like that! unfortunately here, stuff like that gets torn down pretty quickly to make room for the new stuff. kinda crappy.
you should see what kind of info you can find on that house. i bet the history behind it is amazing :)
I love that house!
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