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Farmland in Virginia tends to be in the 100s of acres. When the kids grow up and marry, they often build new homes someplace else on the farm to raise their own families. So it goes through the generations. When the elders die, the old homestead is tended for a while, like this attempt to save the roof, but then it succumbs to the vines and is forgotten.
With B&LE's on a different stone train, not many cared about the IC Oreo in the Minntac set. seen here hustling ting north through Grand Lake.
A little home found southeast of Hwy. 2 off of Highland School Rd. This one was not visible from the road and was only discovered via Google Earth.
Constructive criticism always appreciated.
I was looking through my archives and found this photo. I honestly forgot about it. But with the way the weather has been around here. it's nice to see some other colors in the sky. Aside from just a constant downpour.
Flickr is going to limit the size of photos now to free accounts. FFS
I actually forgot his name. Sad to think I did that. I usually write their name in small letters on the tag.
Oh Well.
Happy Teddy Bear Tuesday
A man alone on the cliffs, a silhouette against the darkening sky, the waves crashing far below, their mournful roar rising like the echoes of forgotten grief, each tide a reminder of his sorrow.
Above, a seagull passed aimlessly, their shadow brushing the stone like fleeting memories, untouched by the weight of his sorrow.
The sea, infinite and unyielding, stretched endlessly before him, cold and indifferent, a reflection of the depth of his loneliness, the tide relentless in its rhythm, as if mocking his stillness.
He lingered there, eyes hollow, staring into the abyss, as though pleading for it to speak, to give meaning to the silence that consumed him, to the sorrow that the tide could never wash away.
by bes~• Morocco 09/24
bliss .l. people among us
What is it about an old abandoned home's that draw's us near? A long forgotten dream, childhood memories, I don't think it's something I can put into words myself but never the less, it draws us near. Maybe it about what was, and now can never be again. Perhaps, a forgotten dream of yesterdays.....you decide.
A new verson of an old photo I wasn't happy with. Done in Topaz.
Forgotten.
It was once a home but today this old abandoned cottage is a reminder that it was served as someones home.
It's location and size would suggest that it was perhaps a farm workers cottage as it is in a large paddock.
There is remnants of what possibly could have been a small orchard in the immediate area of the cottage.
There are so many unanswered questions surrounding this cottage, answers that will remain unanswered, for they like the cottage have been lost to history.
Somewhere in the South Coast region, New South Wales, Australia.