I was on a mission for a while, documenting the abandoned farms around me. I captured several before they tore them down to build subdivisions. Now the subdivisions are sitting abandoned. The economy and housing market put the brakes on that rape of our farmlands. I would wait for nights with a full moon to shoot some photos. It was a thrill. I guess we all have our own ideas about what is fun, but the adventure of tromping around in abandoned farms (in the daylight) has always been fascinating.
These once useful farms were build with hard labor, sweat, tears, hope and love and usually faith.
I know nothing lasts forever but I can’t help having a reverent sadness as I walk through the desolate remains of these remnants of a passing age. And it always touches and brings to the surface, the desolation in me when I am present on these forgotten homesteads. . . .
On a humorous note: I am also a big chicken, which is why I am taking pictures at night from inside the safety of my car. buck buck BAck! :)
On a happy note: there a few small organic farms that have popped up in recent years. :))
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