I jetted out west early in the morning to take a photo of this little building near a friend’s farm. It wasn’t until I looked at the photos that I saw the bottom of the building. Looks like the foundation is a little lacking. That would explain its sagging. Unfortunately, once a building starts to bow like this I think the clock starts ticking. The big barn nearby has already succumbed to the ravages of time.
I took the kiddos duck hunting a while back and stopped in the small town of Denhoff to check it out. I saw this quaint little building and thought I’d snap a quick shot. Didn’t do much else for photography that day, or much at all recently, as I’ve been so busy and the weather hasn’t exactly been great. I know there are plenty of opportunities out there, but right now I’m just so stacked I don’t know if I’ll be out there to snatch them.
If that was a toilet, it’d be gross…but since it’s a tub, I guess it’s amusing! If it was a kitchen sink, that’d leave room for one more cliche’.
One of the things I love about old homesteads and farmsteads is the way they evoke images of what they must have looked like when brand new, or when home to a family, or on the day they were left behind. Sometimes they also make one wonder…why and by whom were these bathtubs so strategically placed?
I suppose that makes me sound like a Kroll’s lady, but that’s the best I could come up with for this little shack along I-94. I had some nice, white, poofy clouds to work with earlier in the day as I took the fam for a little hike in the Badlands, but they all cleared out by early afternoon.
You’re probably familiar with the St. John’s Church up in Arena, North Dakota. Well, it’s time to pay it a visit as soon as you can; it is unlikely to remain intact for much longer. If you know what to look for you can see in the photo above.
The block foundation has collapsed on both sides, but that’s nothing new; it’s been like that for a couple of years. But the back has collapsed as well, causing these support beams to shift and tilt backward. They have been the only thing keeping the church from collapse.
Seriously. Once this settles back far enough and the beams give away, it’s all over. If you have never seen this church before, now’s your time. If you’re familiar with it, better pay it a visit before the inevitable occurs. I’ve got a fond connection with this place, and it’s going to be heartbreaking to see it go…but the clock is ticking.
It’s been a while since I’ve been in the right place at the right time with the sunset and an old farmstead. Now that the kids are old enough, it’s time to take them (and their new cameras) with me. Sometimes an old farm will have a surprise, like an old car or tractor, to add to the mystique. In this case, all the ingredients came together quite nicely. And I needed it; I’ve been a bit of a workaholic lately.
I don’t know why it struck me the way it did, but I suddenly found myself marveling at how large this barn is. It must have been quite an undertaking to build it, and I bet it was a fantastic asset when this Fallen Farm was operating in its heyday. That’s the sort of thing that, on its most basic level, enthrals so many people when they see old buildings in decay.
It’s a neat journey to imagine what the structures must have been like when they were a home, a business, and a way of life. It’s remarkable what it must have taken to build them way back then, to get the materials and labor to a remote location and construct something that people would later drive by and photograph. It’s nice to wonder how the mundane had become so enchanting over the years and even generations. And, of course, to wonder how many lives had been affected by these buildings.
Finally, there’s the wistful realization that these structures don’t have much time left. Many of my favorite Fallen Farms are no longer in existence. Maybe later this year I’ll feature a few.
This wagon was an unexpected find last weekend, and one of my favorite rainy day photos. Actually, considering I had a very short window of time in which to operate, I had a very profitable day from a photo hobbyist standpoint!
Speaking of “on the wagon”, I have been abstaining from drinking pop for eight months now. I sleep better, and I know it’s better for me. I’ve had an appetite spike since ditching caffeinated fizzy stuff, so I have to be careful of that. Headaches have diminished, though, and my wife is happy. But drinking water is so boring!