drive in any direction in the south and you will pass a scene similar to this.
pine trees hiding an old home, one that has fallen in from age and the weight of its wood.
this derelict, yet poetic, beauty is indicative of so much of the south, that it is now cliche’.
but that does not mean it no longer holds an allure.
on this day, i quietly approached, no sound hardly save for my footsteps on the thick fallen pinestraw.
but then,
a loud animalian wisp grew louder and louder until two buzzards flew out and away from the house towards me.
for a moment, all i could do was stand and catch my breath.
I love the 9th photo down, the one that shows the foundation bowing. Lovely!