You might say I received an early Christmas gift the other day.
A fellow from church drove me into the backwoods to a place that a photographer like myself considered to be, almost literally, a treasure cove. Obviously traveling off the highway, and then down a two-lane for awhile, and then on a typical, one-lane back road for a few miles, and then on foot where no vehicle had been for a long time, we finally arrived at our destination.
No, it wasn’t the perfect time of day, it wasn’t good lighting, and the melting, snow-covered surroundings weren’t that appealing, but the location and subjects were like very few left in America. I was told that a 90 year old man (still living today) said that his grandfather had built this farm. It is known that the place was deeded back in 1875. But when it was actually built, no one really knows. The best estimate we could come to was 1865.
This opportunity to photograph a piece of West Virginia heritage, accented with the stories and tales of bygone years by my tour guide, was a blissful experience that neither words nor pictures can accurately express.
An Uninhabited Farm
Wooden Latch on a Wooden Door Hung on Wooden Hinges
Deserted for Over 30 Years