I’ve got a thing for old houses. Preferably the abandoned and forgotten kind, but even ones like the one above that are still maintained but not lived in. Maybe it is that they appeal to my “I believe in ghosts” side or just that old timey feel thing. I don’t know, but there is something about them.
I revel on the inside of them when I can, but sometimes it is not possible (like the one above). Still, I cannot help but wonder what went on within those walls, What went on in that yard. Were there happy times? Were there not? The storyteller in me goes wild. The things that my imagination can come up with.
This house sits on Manassas National Battlefield. A battlefield where the Confederate greys and the Union blues enthralled themselves into violence. Both sides fighting for things they believed in or at least things that they were told they believed in. Only one side being victorious on this battlefield. Stress, heartache, despair, fear, anger….for a short period of time, it is safe to assume that these were things going on within and beyond these walls.
I prefer to think that before that time, it was a happier story.
This house was a photographer’s haven. At least the photographers that are into this kind of thing. This was proven by the fact that I had to wait as the sun went down to finally get some good shots. It was riddled with photographers that were actually getting paid. Every corner of this house had some photographer with a family, a couple, a model…all positioned with the house as their background. I get it, but seriously.
Still, even though I had to wait and I was running out of sunlight, I managed to get some amazing shots that I really liked. It kind of made up for the chaos and headache it took just to get to Manassas. I’ll spare you the details, but let’s just say avoid going through Alexandria if possible and take the walking tour if you can. Amazing battlefield. It is my favorite by far (shhh…don’t tell Gettysburg that it is second). Well, worth the trip…traffic and all.
Montana Rose Photography