Serendipity is a wonderful thing. Between the book launch and the "house for sale" thing, I've been stressed to the max lately. So today, when I had a day off work, I headed into Milwaukee to look for that instant stress reducer, a new pair of high heels.
I decided to take a scenic route to get there, even further off the beaten path than the rural road I usually drive. And as I drove, hoping that I'd find something quirky to stop and photograph, my banker called to schedule a meeting. And while we were chatting I spied a small country graveyard I'd never seen before. I passed it in the blink of an eye, so I made a right turn at the first opportunity, at what looked like a street so that I could go back and check it out. Well, it LOOKED like a street! I was well into the turn before I noticed the "dead end" sign on the right.
I cut the call short and searched for a driveway to maneuver around in, but the bumpy two-lane went on for at least a quarter mile, maybe even a half, until it ended at an abandoned farm. It was desolate. It was quiet. It was the definition of the "middle of nowhere." It was just a wee bit spooky. It was just GREAT!!
And so before I could possibly go back to check out the cemetery (another of my pet obsessions), I locked up the car and started taking pictures. You could say I wasn't exactly dressed for a photography adventure--a sundress and bare ankles aren't particularly conducive to picking your way through thistles and long grass and raspberry canes. I REALLY wanted to make it all the way around the house and up to the front porch, but after a certain point I gave up when I realized that if I crashed through the cover of an abandoned well, it would be a long time before anyone found the body. But it was worth the stop...and for all the wild overgrowth and uncertain footing, the raspberries were absolutely delicious!
I decided to take a scenic route to get there, even further off the beaten path than the rural road I usually drive. And as I drove, hoping that I'd find something quirky to stop and photograph, my banker called to schedule a meeting. And while we were chatting I spied a small country graveyard I'd never seen before. I passed it in the blink of an eye, so I made a right turn at the first opportunity, at what looked like a street so that I could go back and check it out. Well, it LOOKED like a street! I was well into the turn before I noticed the "dead end" sign on the right.
I cut the call short and searched for a driveway to maneuver around in, but the bumpy two-lane went on for at least a quarter mile, maybe even a half, until it ended at an abandoned farm. It was desolate. It was quiet. It was the definition of the "middle of nowhere." It was just a wee bit spooky. It was just GREAT!!
And so before I could possibly go back to check out the cemetery (another of my pet obsessions), I locked up the car and started taking pictures. You could say I wasn't exactly dressed for a photography adventure--a sundress and bare ankles aren't particularly conducive to picking your way through thistles and long grass and raspberry canes. I REALLY wanted to make it all the way around the house and up to the front porch, but after a certain point I gave up when I realized that if I crashed through the cover of an abandoned well, it would be a long time before anyone found the body. But it was worth the stop...and for all the wild overgrowth and uncertain footing, the raspberries were absolutely delicious!
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