Normally I'm off on Wednesdays and work Thursdays, but the workforce team scheduled a Career Expo yesterday, so I swapped off days. Since this coming Sunday is Decoration Day where my people are buried, I loaded up the weedeater and some hand tools in the bed of my truck.
Jilda worked today, so I took the long way to the cemetery. I stopped at my "old sister's" house (she loves it when I call her my old sister.) I took her a gallon of blueberries and a dozen fresh eggs. She was happy. We sat on her front porch and watched the traffic pass for a while. When we said our goodbyes, I continued down beyond her house to take a road I haven't traveled in a long time.
At one point, I noticed an old barn in a pasture. The sun was not at a high angle, but I decided to chance a shot anyhow. It turned out OK.
The drive through the old town was a little depressing. When I was a kid, the entryway to the Masonic Lodge looked impressive. I always wondered what they did in there behind closed doors.
The lodge moved out when the businesses moved to the new highway. The old town began to wither like corn in a drought.
I pulled up to a stop and snapped a picture of the archway. Nothing but weeds and poison ivy clinging to the once beautiful entryway.
When I got to the cemetery, it looked as if it had a manicure. I didn't even unload any tools.
It wasn't a waste of time. I got a couple pictures out of the deal.
Jilda worked today, so I took the long way to the cemetery. I stopped at my "old sister's" house (she loves it when I call her my old sister.) I took her a gallon of blueberries and a dozen fresh eggs. She was happy. We sat on her front porch and watched the traffic pass for a while. When we said our goodbyes, I continued down beyond her house to take a road I haven't traveled in a long time.
At one point, I noticed an old barn in a pasture. The sun was not at a high angle, but I decided to chance a shot anyhow. It turned out OK.
The drive through the old town was a little depressing. When I was a kid, the entryway to the Masonic Lodge looked impressive. I always wondered what they did in there behind closed doors.
The lodge moved out when the businesses moved to the new highway. The old town began to wither like corn in a drought.
I pulled up to a stop and snapped a picture of the archway. Nothing but weeds and poison ivy clinging to the once beautiful entryway.
When I got to the cemetery, it looked as if it had a manicure. I didn't even unload any tools.
It wasn't a waste of time. I got a couple pictures out of the deal.
That arch makes me think of the entry to a secret garden...
ReplyDeleteAs always, I love your photos!!
ReplyDeleteI love that arched entrance. It does reminds me of a secret garden. This garden, however looks neglected.
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Julia
Nice anyway you took the back roads and got a couple of wonderful pictures. I do particularly love the one with the arch. A step back in time.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post card pictures my friend, and a great story to go along with it. I have an 'old sister' but not the eggs and berries to take to her! SWEET.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the evocative photographs.
ReplyDeleteI like pictures of old barns. That one is in good shape. The entrance to the cemetery is beautiful... just what it should look like.
ReplyDeleteVery nice pictures Rick, that barn does look like a postcard and the archway is inviting it makes you want to see the other side.
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