Post-Covid ramble reveals rustic ruins.
When Covid was done with me
Another one bites the dust
Another abandoned farm explored and a bit of a story, too.
Logger’s Retreat – part 2
Why did I call these posts Logger's Retreat? The answer in part 2.
Logger’s Retreat – part 1
A special two-part episode featuring a very cool abandoned house.
Colonel Sanders has left the building
Why did the chicken farmer cross the road? To become a fur rancher.
Upstate decay
Oh look...abandoned buildings. Before the snow flew I found some crispy decay.
The old place on the lake
How can some abandoned buildings remain so untouched for decades?
Roadside rust
America's love of cars has a dark side.
Up to my old tricks
One of my favorite things about the woods is finding the unexpected. Around here conservation land usually has a past, meaning it hasn't always been conservation land. A lot of it has been logged, farmed, lived on, mined and used for lots of other things, often yielding up its secrets decades later. This bridge isn't... Continue Reading →
If Walls Could Talk
Winter is a great time for showing us things we might ordinarily not see at all. I have no idea how many times I've passed this house, but I'm sure it's dozens. Finally the other day I noticed it. I had to laugh though because it's about 50 feet from the edge of a pretty... Continue Reading →
Ghost Train of Versailles
Phew. It's been a "rough" four days. Rough only in a strict first world sort of way. I was without the internet at home for four days. Oh noes! Yeah, we had a wicked noreaster come through and dump a foot or two of snow on us. Some got more, some got less, but a... Continue Reading →
Photography and the Winter Blahs
It pretty much always happens about now. Especially if we've had snow since December. At first it's magical and a joy to be out in, but after a while. After it snows a dozen times. After there's 3 feet of it with 5 foot drifts and 6 foot snowbanks. When it's too deep for snowshoes. ... Continue Reading →
Oh look – something else abandoned
This time an old quarry up in the White Mountains in North Conway. It was collectively known as the Redstone Quarry and had several faces and cutting operations. The area is huge and I needed many more hours to shoot there to get all of it. Up until the late 1940s it was an active... Continue Reading →
Living Bad Dreams
If you've been reading this blog or following my flickr or Smugmug feeds you'll have noticed my penchant for abandoned places (and my love for heavy metal - spot the references if you can). Especially between seasons if you know what I mean. Sure, you can shoot derelict stuff anytime, but after the leaves fall... Continue Reading →
