I found this old, abandoned house just a short distance from the cabin in which we were staying in the fall of 2022.
I returned this fall (2023) to photograph it again. The fall leaves had mostly fallen the year before, when I found it. This year the fall color was good and not yet peak.
The house is little changed since 2022, but the weeds around it were taller and thicker, as if the lot is more neglected now.
More Indiana Fall to come,
Ken
I first photographed this small, old, abandoned, leaning house in the fall of 2022. It is just off of the highway running through Bean Blossom and Morgantown, Indiana. My wife and I drove past it a number of times this fall (2023) and I stopped once to photograph it, while the trees still retained most of their fall foliage.
There are other homes and buildings nearby this house, which I tried to keep as much out of the photos as possible. That limited how I could compose these images.
As I returned across the highway to my vehicle, a woman leaving the parking lot stopped to tell me that there had been more old structures where the parking lot and a store were now located. All those had been taken down to put in the store and parking lot. I wish I had been around to photograph those now missing structures.
More fall photos later,
Ken
With only one day left of our fall 2022 Indiana visit, I traveled the backroads from our cabin one last time. Many trees were already bare, peak color was nearly all gone, it was overcast and threatening rain, so I hoped to find interesting barns, old homes or other interesting rural scenes to photograph.
Those three trees out front were probably planted with the anticipation of sitting on the porch in their shade some years down the road. The child’s bike beside the house makes me think that a family lived here or maybe a child visited grandparents here.
I saw numerous other interesting rural scenes similar to these, but either there was no place to pull off of the roadway to photograph those or those were set back too far on private property to approach without permission.
This is the final post for Indiana Fall 2022.
Thanks for following,
Ken
I first saw this old barn and a nearby abandoned house, while in route to another destination. I came back a few days later to photograph these old, rustic buildings.
The image above was selected for Flickr’s Explore Page.
More fall in Indian 2022 later,
Ken
This is a continuation of September 2022 road trip photography.
This old, abandoned block facade house, sitting in a wide open area along a gravel roadway was visible for some distance from the highway I was traveling on in Kansas. It is impressive enough to justify a detour to check it out.
Until the next adventure,
Ken
This is a continuation of road trip photography of September, 2022.
To be continued,
Ken
This is a continuation of road trip photography of September 2022.
After shooting and driving away from this abandoned Nebraska home, I realized that I should have used a slow shutter speed to capture the motion of the windmill. The windmill still spins, but the pump is disconnected.
This is apparently a popular pump gear box that is or was used with windmills. In researching this item, I found online listing for parts for this model gear box.
The evergreen tree on the left seems to be distraught about the dilapidated condition of this abandoned farm house. Maybe children once played around that tree. This image was chosen for Flickr’s Explore Page.
Even more road trip images in the next post,
Ken
When traveling from one destination to another, I always keep an eye out for interesting subjects to photograph. Taking time to stop and photograph in route helps to break up a trip and it is good to take breaks from sitting in a vehicle for hours at a time. So if I can afford the time, I will stop as often as necessary to capture images along my route.
There are many abandoned homes throughout rural areas. Often these can be photographed from a public roadway. These abandoned places are always on private property and nearly always posted with “No Trespassing” signs. Please respect others’ property and obey these postings or get permission for access.
When shooting such scenes during a road trip, one can’t be too choosy about the time of day or the lighting conditions. It is best to get a shot, when the opportunity arrises, as one may never pass this way again. Indeed, on this trip and others, I’ve often used the excuse of being in a hurry or worrying too much about shooting conditions and passed up opportunities. I nearly always regret those decisions.
More road trip shooting next,
Ken
We finally arrived in Animas Forks, where we did not intend to linger for long, since we still had to drive back to Silverton, then on to our lodging in Ridgway, CO. and the day was slipping away.
One of the best remaining old structures in Animas Forks is the old home of William Duncan. This site was completely covered by an avalanche a few years ago and I was curious to see how it had survived.
Water damage to the old wood structure is evident. Maybe some of this was there before the avalanche, but I do not recall seeing such damage the last time I was here.
For its age this old home is in remarkably sound shape.
Of course, many visitors have to scratch their names and initials into the wall boards, which have a nice aged patina.
The inhabitants here had magnificent mountain views.
As we were getting back to our vehicle to begin our return trip, the couple we had met on the road at a waterfall, drove up and we chatted again. I learned that the driver was a retired photographer, who was happy not to have to continue making school photographs. He told me about an old mill nearby that his dad had made a painting of many years ago and also about an abandoned truck just a short distant past Animas Forks.
My wife was reluctant, having had enough of this rocky road, but relented to allow me to try to find that old truck.
Stay tuned to see if I was successful,
Ken
The last leg of my homeward bound journey from the Grand Canyon North Rim began in Palo Duro Canyon. I chose not to take the fastest route, which would have been north then east to US 287 at Claude, Texas; but rather to go south on I-27 to Tulia, Texas, then east on US 86, back through Quitaque and Turkey, since I wanted to get a few more photos along that route.
I had driven past this interesting looking abandoned house on my way to Arizona, but had not taken time to stop. I actually passed it up again, then decided to turn back and photograph it.
This appears to have been a substantial home for someone at one time.
I stopped again in Quitaque, Texas to capture a few more images of the old Mobil gasoline station on the main route through this small Texas town.
This original Mobil station is now an antique store. I had planned to look into this store again at a item I was thinking of purchasing as a gift for my wife, but the store was closed for a funeral. I back tracked a short distance, planning on killing some time at an interesting looking coffee shop/restaurant in downtown, but it was also closed. So after waiting around for awhile and no one returning to the store a while after the time shown on the sign in the window, I decided I had to get back on the road.
A few miles down the highway, I stopped to get a few photos in Turkey, Texas. This early Phillips 66 station is, as proclaimed by a plaque nearby, the first in Texas and appears to be well maintained. This image was chosen for Flickr’s Explore page. (Hey, Flickr, I’ve got much better photographs. If only Flickr would respond like Alexa).
Next to the Phillips 66 station is an old tour bus that was used by Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys. Turkey claims to be the birthplace of Bob Wills.
Looks like there might still be air service for automobile tires at this old station, unless that hose is just for show.
I’m guessing that these holes are recent and not indicative of Bob Wills’ fans.
This monument in Turkey, Texas has granite panels with information about Bob Wills on each panel.
This panel depiction of Bob Wills appears to be a good likeness to this early country swing musician.
As Bob would say, Ah Hah, and this wraps up my July photo excursion.
Ken
