Rusted Roof

What's not to love about the rusted patina on this roof? 

Found in Intercourse, PA. which is in Lancaster County. 

Yes, that is a real name, of a real town, which attracts many tourists
hoping to get a taste of Amish life.
Near by you can find the towns of Blue Ball, Bird-in-Hand and Paradise. 

Someone, long ago, had a wicked sense of humor!

The Little House up on the Hill

Found this wee bit spooky little house today, situated up on a small hill. As always I wish I knew it's story... who lived there, (and who died there?) and why has it been abandoned and left to fall into such disrepair?

Imagine... long ago a husband and a wife built this house, their very first home. They stood at the front door and exclaimed to each other that the view was breath taking and that they would love this place forever...

A Neutral Color Pallet

Love this color pallet, yet find it the hardest to work with and do it justice. Also love the lines, shapes and positive/negative spaces found in these photos which were taken at a local farm.

Architectural Favorite

This barn is one of my favorites due to it's unusual architectural design.


It sits near one of the roads that I take to visit my Mom.


The way part of it is built into the hill makes it all the more special.


I wish I knew more about it's history. How old is it? Who built it? Where were they from? Was it similar to the barns from where they were born? So many questions. If only these old places could talk.

When No One's Left to Care

Came across this abandoned old red barn the other day sitting very close to the road. The farmhouse next to it looked empty as well. I imagine an elderly couple having lived most of their lives here, finally died, and no one is left to, (or interested in) keeping the aged homestead going.

The old gal may be in bad shape,


but she has lot's of interesting shapes to her.


She also has some mystery... look very closely, as there is something interesting in this photo below, (that I didn't even notice until I was back home)...


It's part of an old license plate from 1927 hanging above the doorway. (See photo below for a close-up)


Was it a depression era attempt to patch a hole? A spirit of make do with what you have on hand?
I don't know, but I like it.

And I also like this...


A secret little hideaway. I imagine once, long ago, the couple's laughing children running in and out. Playing hide and seek, and relishing the coolness this root cellar would provide on a hot summer day.

I feel like someone owes this barn some thanks. For years of service and shelter. For literally hanging in there. So, before it falls completely apart, or someone comes along with a bull-dozer, I'd like to take this opportunity to say it,

"Thank you, Red Barn, and may you rest in peace."

Solitude

The Color Of February

This photo of a nearby farm, pretty much sums up the look and feeling of this current February.

How can the shortest month of the year, always feel like the longest???