It’s just a random old silo and a random abandoned farmstead within a couple hour’s ride from home. It’s a monument to an era and a way of life that is gone, but which has still left traces on the landscape.
Why do I like to take photos of old, decrepit things? I’m not sure. But the last several days have been a reminder of approaching decrepitude for myself. It may have been the way I got chilled toward the end of that bike ride I took to Goodrich Prairie two Sundays ago, but a few days later I came down with a nasty bronchitis, and “maybe a little pneumonia,” as my doctor said. I’ve been missing a lot of work, and spending a lot of time at home sleeping. When I am at work, I have to walk up stairs and down the halls slowly, or I’ll be out of breath and start hacking away. This for someone who often runs up the stairs. The weather is starting to become suitable, but there will be no riding for a few days yet. With all that sleeping, I’m not even blogging as much as I’d like; hence, this sorry excuse of an entry.
John, as far as photos of old, decrepit things–I’m the same way…there is something about seeing something in such a state that is appealing to me–perhaps it has something to do with the contrast between, say, cookie cutter suburban life, where lawns are perfectly manicured and there’s not a shingle out of place. Nice photo. Your blog is an escapist pleasure!
Another thought occurs to me — maybe it also has something to do with seeing what’s left after all the easily decomposed parts are gone. And thanks for the compliment. Maybe we’ll have to form a mutual admiration society!