I really like having a garden where I can kick back with a beer or glass of wine and a camera, and just enjoy the views a macro or zoom lens provides. So peaceful. So quiet. So easy!
The views are always changing, too.
A garden can be a nice retreat from the human name and the human game...
There's going to be a lot more of this, while I start retracing steps again, gathering new pics from places I visited with my wife. I'm living in the past, and why not? The future is in no way appealing. The "present" is something I cope with as well as I can. There are a variety of little chores each day, and distractions in the form of books, guitars, music, the gym, my excellent collection of free weights, small projects I create for myself, and, of course, the gardens. I'm working on a couple of RC airplanes made from readily available cheap material like foam core board and sheets of insulating foam. Another distraction. Nothing complicated!
My wife and I examined these sites not so long ago. I never stop missing her and probably never will stop feeling the loss. But I'm adapting. I have to accept what I can't change. No choice.
Various people at various times have tried to make something of this old building, but without success.
Too close to the railroad tracks?
Hardy weeds!
This is the second location. First time we visited here the gates were open and we drove in. Bad idea. We were under surveillance and somebody showed up to ask us politely to leave-- private property. We were trespassing!
I got these pics through the chain link fence.
Telephoto capability is a must for situations like these.
Next time, more sunflowers. I managed to get some photos of a few of the birds who've become regulars in this garden.
My wife and I examined this structure early in our relationship-- I think we were still getting to know each other and I was introducing her to my photography hobby. I took no photos of the house at that time even though it looked pretty rough because somebody obviously lived there. We thought it might be an artist or artists because of a large welded steel sculpture near the house. There was actually a pretty nice SUV parked at the house at that time. But now it is clearly abandoned, the large steel artwork is gone, and I felt free to take pics.
It did not look much better than this even when it was occupied! Today it looks like a haunted house. Then it looked like a haunted house.
Note the satellite dish-- I think some people would be happy to live in a latrine if they had enough TV channels.
Looks like they might have shot some hoops too.
This was a nice house many years ago, and probably belonged to a cotton farmer. What happened? We always wondered: what happened?
This is a "crop-zoom" example.
Art? Not. Then again...
Abandoned outbuildings, weed grown, crying out for restoration and use, like the good old days.
Whenever the good old days were, for this poor old farmhouse, they are gone for good. There is nothing ahead but more ruin and more desolation. Children might have played in these spaces, once. Again, what happened? What happened to the people who lived here when all of this was new?
Next time, I retrace more of our modest voyages of exploration...
The views are always changing, too.
A garden can be a nice retreat from the human name and the human game...
There's going to be a lot more of this, while I start retracing steps again, gathering new pics from places I visited with my wife. I'm living in the past, and why not? The future is in no way appealing. The "present" is something I cope with as well as I can. There are a variety of little chores each day, and distractions in the form of books, guitars, music, the gym, my excellent collection of free weights, small projects I create for myself, and, of course, the gardens. I'm working on a couple of RC airplanes made from readily available cheap material like foam core board and sheets of insulating foam. Another distraction. Nothing complicated!
