An Old House Story

From January 25, 2021

So, the story on this ol' house. (Well, *my* story on it, anyway.)

I drive by it two or three times a week on the way to almost everywhere. Bank, grocery store, Walmart, Lowe's, Target, Chick-fil-a, and best of all: Qdoba.

The house itself is utterly un-cared-for, but its owner lives across the street, darn it, so I don't quite feel comfortable just walking around taking pictures of it. He's often outside taking care of farm-related things -- feeding his cows and his extra-frisky mule -- so moments to snag a pic are few and far between.

BUT. A couple of times lately I've driven by and there's been ZERO traffic, and zero humans to be seen, so I've very quickly stopped my car in the middle of the road, grabbed a photo, and moved on. 😬 Two separate times, hence there are two different skies happening in these pics.

Oh but gosh, do I love this house. I love the wild berry bushes in front. I love how perfectly decrepit it is. Such a rich beauty here. The sky around it, the stories that've been lived here... just... everything.

P.S. I *promise* I check these country roads thoroughly for traffic before I hit the brakes to grab a pic.

P.P.S. One of these years I'm gonna need a Jeep or some other kinda off-road vehicle.

P.P.P.S. Someday I will work up the courage to knock on doors and ask permission to traipse through people's properties with the real camera that will one day be mine. <3