Category Archives: Places
The Old Farmhouse
Here’s a little house right down the street from where I grew up. I’ve seen inhabitants come and go throughout the years, no one ever staying long. For the past decade, it’s sat vacant in the middle of a cornfield,
The Old Farmhouse
Here’s a little house right down the street from where I grew up. I’ve seen inhabitants come and go throughout the years, no one ever staying long. For the past decade, it’s sat vacant in the middle of a cornfield,
The Village of Secrets
THE DORMITORIES This place feels otherworldly, very still and dreary and quiet except for the wildlife. There were deer everywhere. Only a fraction of the original institution is left, but I still didn’t have time to see it all in one day. Everything looked
The Village of Secrets
THE DORMITORIES This place feels otherworldly, very still and dreary and quiet except for the wildlife. There were deer everywhere. Only a fraction of the original institution is left, but I still didn’t have time to see it all in one day. Everything looked
Green Lakes State Park | Nature Photography
Well, I had this post scheduled to go up two days ago…and for whatever reason, it didn’t work. Let’s try again! Back in the spring, I got an e-mail from a lovely young nature photographer named Jesse who was moving
Green Lakes State Park | Nature Photography
Well, I had this post scheduled to go up two days ago…and for whatever reason, it didn’t work. Let’s try again! Back in the spring, I got an e-mail from a lovely young nature photographer named Jesse who was moving
The Mills in the Middle of Nowhere
I love any abandoned building, anywhere. But there’s something eternally magical and intimate to me about abandoned buildings in the middle of nowhere. Just you, nature, and decay. It hits me like a shot of adrenaline. It’s so beautiful. Overgrowth
The Mills in the Middle of Nowhere
I love any abandoned building, anywhere. But there’s something eternally magical and intimate to me about abandoned buildings in the middle of nowhere. Just you, nature, and decay. It hits me like a shot of adrenaline. It’s so beautiful. Overgrowth
Asylum for the Insane
There’s a photo hanging on my bedroom wall of an old wheelchair in front of a barred window. Most people assume it’s one of mine, because it looks like a shot I’d take. But it’s not my photo. My husband’s grandmother
Asylum for the Insane
There’s a photo hanging on my bedroom wall of an old wheelchair in front of a barred window. Most people assume it’s one of mine, because it looks like a shot I’d take. But it’s not my photo. My husband’s grandmother
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