old bones
All the places I have ever lived have been suburban or rural, and yet there has never been much room for places left fallow; real estate was just too expensive.
The same is true here, I expect. Still, there are some places where you can see the bones of previous generations sticking out of the ground.
No idea why this building was left mostly standing, but it has been deteriorating since I first began coming here some twenty five years ago, at which time it was sometimes still in use. You can see, on closeup, the mix of materials- bricks, concrete, limestone and granite from local escarpments, chunks of rock yanked out of the wrackline and laid in place with lime mortar, from the looks of it, a hundred years or more ago. There is no cornerstone marking the date of build, at best, the date is like the end of a Johnny Cash song.
Now that I have a half decent camera, I will take pictures of this as I visit, and see how it fares from now on.
Down here near the sun’s surface, we have a bunch of older ranch / farm houses that are returning to the dirt.
I love those old places. Their design is utilitarian, but also catch the breeze like new brick outhouses can’t. Throw open the windows and doors, and there is always air moving.
I miss the craftsmanship and archaic methods used to make them. The way the rafters are cut is different. Some of them, like our old two story, were kinda slapped together: no two walls were square with each other. But it had creosoted timber in the beams on real honest brick and mortar piers.
Leave no beauty unappreciated.
Nice pics! And if you ever get to Italy, those are the norm rather than the exception… Many have been there for hundreds of years…
That’s kind, NFO. I’m still figuring out how to use the new camera. Hopefully I will get good with it before I die.