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Although the abandoned farmhouse sits directly on road frontage, if you look out the back windows, there are farm fields about as far as the eye can see.
I tried to imagine what life must have been like in this area so many years ago. There was likely very little traffic, no airplanes overhead, no air conditioners humming. Perhaps the owner was rumbling along the fields in an old tractor; kids out back playing under the huge trees that have long since fallen; the matriarch of the family calling to them through this back window, the breeze fluttering the curtains. Time to come in and wash up for dinner.
It’s eerily quiet there now, except for the occasional passing car. The farmhouse has melted away, but I suspect not the memories that the residents had of living and growing up here.
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Great image. I remember the old farmhouse I grew up in had those lath and plaster walls – it got hit by lightning when I was a kid, the plaster was blown right off one of the bedroom walls and it looked just like that.
Nature’s taking over there. I like the way it is silently stealing into the house. There’s a quiet eloquence to this image, Rob – if that makes any sense