Backroads: Two Miles Out
Giles and I frequently go out on our walk together. We share a fascination for the empty house that sits at the two-miles-out mark. 
It was just a little farmhouse, and it sits right by the road. Behind it are the woods, and a pond, and it's surrounded by ancient fruit trees and chicken coops. 
Last spring we filled an entire punch bowl with the narcissus blooming there under an apple tree.
4 comments:
I love your pictures of the abandoned buildings. They leave me with a feeing of longing to know more details of the lives that took place inside...
I agree with Candace, I feel as though if I were to turn the metal doorknob I would find myself in an olden day world filled with old fashioned people and customs. The only catch would be that once you left the home, you would never be able to get back there. A day filled with joy always comes with some consequences. (Sorry for all of you who think that is crazy. I like to write, so my mind wanders. LOL)
Love your photo essays of abandoned places.
Has Giles won any awards for his photography?
How fun...and how fun to share it with your teenaged son! My 14yo and I have a special relationship...what a blessing!
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