Abandoned house hunting

I drove up to Bowling Green, KY. on a Sunday afternoon to meet up with a good longtime friend for lunch and to hang out. It’s a one hour drive, but a very different place from Nashville. It was fun to discuss current events in our lives and what was happening, where we were at. He lives on this backroad that no sane person would attempt in snow or ice. So we decided to go on a leisurely Sunday drive. Oh, but not to sight see or pick wildflowers. But to go abandoned house hunting! This is something most normal families do, right? Or not. But that’s what I do. The destruction, filth, bugs, overgrowth, broken glass, rotting floors, all part of a nice day!

abandoned house hunting

abandoned house

Now THIS just might be the creepiest wallpaper I’ve witnessed. Anywhere.

abandoned house

And another place. This was it’s best view.

abandoned building

We had to wander about for what seemed like an age to find these. Which I was happy we did. But still, we hadn’t struck gold yet. Sometimes it happens and sometimes it doesn’t, at least when you hope it does. I must say that I wouldn’t recommend wandering around rural areas of Kentucky or rural anywhere without people knowing you or having someone with you who locals know. Really for that matter, I don’t advise people photographing the abandoned especially if they don’t know the ropes. We went a little further and saw potential abandoned mecca. And she’s buying the stairway to heaven.

stairway to heaven

Abandoned house hunting may have paid off, and ever so richly!

abandoned

abandoned house

Now looking into getting inside it, and access is granted! I love the outside photos, but the inside is where the best part of the story is told. Also it’s the most risky and dangerous part of abandoned house hunting. Also the most fun, so that’s a fair trade for a not so normal person. When I first entered, I thought I heard someone in there, it turned out to be a buzzard and he flew out of one of the windows. Which in itself should freak most people out. I knew then, this was the place. Pay dirt.

abandoned house

abandoned house

abandoned house

abandoned house

abandoned house

old house

abandoned house

indoor abandoned

Now if this doesn’t make at least one hair on the back of your neck stand up, you’re sick. LOL.

creepy house

indoor graffiti

abandoned house

abandoned house

abandoned house

abandoned house

Model coming soon, at this house. You’re welcome. 🙂

 

When a part of you is gone

Sometimes things happen in life that you least expect, even though you know all good things have a beginning and an end. While enjoying a perfectly moderate Spring day before the disgusting humidity and excessive heat starts, I got some shocking news from my Mom in an email. That my favorite pizza parlor / tavern in New York that I’ve enjoyed for my whole life, is closing soon. The former Inn was built over 100 years ago and it’s been a tavern and pizza joint for nearly 60 years.

It’s in a small village outside the city, where it’s almost the land that time forgot. I’ve been in Nashville for 25 years, and that village has changed very minimally since then. I bet citizens shit themselves when they built a roundabout at one jokingly busy intersection. It’s always funny and comforting to visit when I go back. Funny that the whole village has changed so little, I think people like it for what it is. And comforting for the same reason. Community staples, like this tavern don’t come and go. If you leave Nashville for even a few months, you won’t recognize some of it when you come back. So it’s a nice contrast.

I think this leaves a huge void in the community. There are so few places where town workers can go for lunch. Or families / bar patrons for dinner or after work cocktail. Many generations. This isn’t just a brick and mortar business I like that is closing their doors. This is a place that’s always been there for me and I’ve been there with my parents, grandparents, friends, some who have passed on. I feel sad and angry at the same time, but understand it was time for these owners to move on with life. Over the years, nothing changed, the inside looked the same. The outside looked the same. The pizza tasted the same, homemade crust and sauce. Knowing I won’t taste this amazing pizza again is the reality that is hitting me right now. When a part of you is gone, this is how you feel. To boot, it’s going to be another Stewart’s shop. There’s already one less than a Goddamn mile away…and there is a gas station RIGHT next door. I will never forget the taste or the feel of the landmark. This is a lifetime of memories for me. One time a couple years back, I brought my twin lens Yashica medium format with me. This too will soon be a memory.