Wasted, overgrown, broken, and forgotten.
Beyond the threshold of yesterday, the shadows hold secrets that a rotted frame preserves. Unrestrained.
This old roadside farmhouse wastes away into the highway landscape. In the middle of nowhere; in the middle of somewhere. Time forgets and nature takes back.
I drive by this old depot often. I find the decay and sense of abandon mysterious. The rot, the overgrowth, the crumbling brick all tell the story of a different time. The walls and boarded windows provide sanctuary for the ghosts of a blue collar history forgotten.
The peace and quiet of a canoe trip.
Gators and a beautiful day outdoors.