The Farm on the Curve
Standing quietly in one of those countless unnamed, unknown places in Appalachia. Across the street–I couldn't quite get the shot right—was evidence of at least one house, now gone. There are brush-hidden steps up from the road, but the most obvious indicator was the pair of trees perfectly spaced on either side of the top of those steps.
Once again, a well-meaning passing motorist—two, actually!— stopped to make sure I was all right and not suffering from some sort of car trouble. Though I occasionally feel like an idiot telling them that, yes, I am taking pictures of old abandoned places while wearing a girly dress in the middle of nowhere, I genuinely appreciate the chivalry and concern, and have lost count of the times this has happened to me. I'm physically small, in iffy health, and often all alone, and it would be easy to take advantage of that—yet no one, thank God, ever has. Instead they've been concerned about me and offered my Chevy a jump if she needs it! Nothing but genuine kindness. If you need encouragement about the state of the nation, maybe let that be it.
To be honest, I should probably keep a batch of my killer flourless brownies in the car when out photographing, to share with those strangers who demonstrate such basic kindness to me!
The Farm on the Curve
Standing quietly in one of those countless unnamed, unknown places in Appalachia. Across the street–I couldn't quite get the shot right—was evidence of at least one house, now gone. There are brush-hidden steps up from the road, but the most obvious indicator was the pair of trees perfectly spaced on either side of the top of those steps.
Once again, a well-meaning passing motorist—two, actually!— stopped to make sure I was all right and not suffering from some sort of car trouble. Though I occasionally feel like an idiot telling them that, yes, I am taking pictures of old abandoned places while wearing a girly dress in the middle of nowhere, I genuinely appreciate the chivalry and concern, and have lost count of the times this has happened to me. I'm physically small, in iffy health, and often all alone, and it would be easy to take advantage of that—yet no one, thank God, ever has. Instead they've been concerned about me and offered my Chevy a jump if she needs it! Nothing but genuine kindness. If you need encouragement about the state of the nation, maybe let that be it.
To be honest, I should probably keep a batch of my killer flourless brownies in the car when out photographing, to share with those strangers who demonstrate such basic kindness to me!