This morning, around 4:30am, it became obvious that I would NOT be going back to sleep. After I got up and cooked breakfast, I noticed how beautiful the fog looked with the sun creeping up behind the trees. Once I finished my coffee and gathered the gumption to go out into the cold, I was most certainly glad that I did. There is really nothing like an autumn sunrise over a soybean field.
There are two old barns on the property where I live and they are filled with a myriad of old things.
Some of these things are, to put it lightly, junk.
Other things, however, have a romantic, rusty charm to them.
As you can see, I have a “thing” for a sepia filter.
Places like this have a sort of haunting allure about them. I like to be right in the middle of all of that feeling, capturing as much as I can – usually with the camera on my phone.
It can be so nice to disappear in abandoned or partially-abandoned places like this for a little while. When the present world around us becomes too depressing, it’s nice to know that there are still silent havens for people like me out there. The older I get, the more I believe that I was born in the wrong time. When I poke around in places like this, I feel like I have a chance to visit with the ghost of days gone by and I am here to tell you that these places are simply waiting for someone with the courage and curiosity to show the world that the forgotten beauty is still there.