Archive | February 2017

Splish Splash….

DSC_2785.jpgHe wasn’t taking a batch, but definitely is in need of one.  This beautiful boy, Mr. Ben.  Mr.

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This

DSC_2710-2.jpgI wish she was mine, but she is not.  Occasionally she does let me love on her, so I will take that.

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Eyes of Wisdom

dsc_2631This beautiful boy. I am in love with this shot.  I don’t think that it would be as effective in color, so I’m glad that I turned it black and white.  But still….I love this shot and this beautiful boy.

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This face….

dsc_2606-2A beautiful face and one that I will only get to see a couple of more times. He is going to be a police horse…hopefully.  He will be on a 90 day trial, but I really hope it works out for him.  It will be good for him, but I will miss that beautiful face.  That hair.  It is good, though.  He needs a job and he will look amazing marching in parades and patrolling downtown Indianapolis.  It also be good for this Fresian-perscheron boy to be with other beast his size.

Still, this face.  I will miss him.  He has always been my dream horse, so he even though he was never mine…it has been nice being to spend time with him for the last six or so months.

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Buggy….

dsc_2916That is not actually her name.  No, her name is Janis.  Janis Joplin.  I just call her Buggy.  It just started one day, because she is so tiny she reminds me of a little bug.  Then there is a saying, “Cute as a bug in a rug.”  Cute as a bug in a rug?  The more I say that in my head, the more I wonder if that truly is a compliment.  I mean, I guess maybe if you are a bug person, but I’m not.  Hate bugs.

Let me rephrase that.  There are very few bugs that I choose to have anything to do with.  Being as outdoorsy as I am, I have an acceptance and an appreciation for their role….but as a girly girl.  I can’t stand bugs; especially, the kind that jump AND fly.  No.  Just no.  Grasshoppers are my nemesis.  They are shifty and I don’t trust them.  Nope.  Absolutely not.

This little bug, though…I love her.  She is just so stinkin’ cute.  I hope you think so too.

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Remnants of….

dsc_2277Of the angry.  At least that is what this reminds me of.  And…isn’t that what a psychologist would say?  That the person that did this is showing signs of aggression.  Signs that they have no respect for authority or rules.  No moral concept of what is right and wrong.  That they hate the world around them and they’re coping mechanism is to be destructive.  Maybe that is just what my psychoanalytical brain is saying.

Some of which really goes without saying.  Clearly the person that did this doesn’t have a lot of respect.  I mean, what right did they have to go destroy this motel.  Of course why was the furniture left there to be destroyed?  That is a soapbox for another post, so I digress.

We’re all a little rebellious, so I really cannot knock them for going in there.  I mean, if I wasn’t a rule breaker…well, I never would have gotten this shot, but there is still a level of respect I think.  I would never destroy and make my presence known.  Much like when I go camping, leave no trace.  So, this also shows their age, I think.  I have no doubt it was teenagers, or slightly above. It doesn’t matter, though. The damage is done.

As I think back now to when I was walking around, it makes me sad.  It reminds me of how all those “post apocalyptic” movies indicate our future.  The cities we’ve known trashed and destroyed.  This motel would have been the perfect site for one of those scenes.  Is this an indication of our future?  This and the many other buildings that have been abandoned and trashed?  I guess whatever happens is inevitable, but I’m just hoping for zombies….at least those I know how to beat.
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I hope you all have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

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TT

dsc_2023-2I was going to post something else today, but I’ve decided not to.  I’m sure I will, but it will be deep and a lot more on the serious side.  Just a forewarning.  For now, just enjoy Mr. Trent.  dsc_2103-2
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Broken and Entwined

dsc_2261The vines of the gone
With the broken glass
Much of what is left
Of an old abandoned shell
Left to time
Weathered by more than storms
Making that beautiful
Of what has become destroyed
Bringing a different kind of life
To that which was long forgotten.

It is slightly intriguing this window.  It was the only window within view that had actually been taken over by these vines.  The building itself had not even been taken over by vines.  You would have thought after all these years it would have been.  Decorated with the winter brown vines crawling up the sides of faded pale walls.  Maybe that is just my thought.

That is all I have to say for now, so I will leave you with the above.  Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

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Spirit of What Was….

DSC_2177.jpgI should probably post the original version of this picture.  I might, but for now this is the one was ready.  I like it.  The faded sides.  The faded look.  Probably what is best suited for this old piano.  I can’t imagine what kind of life it had, but the life now is only remnants of what once was.

This piano actually sits in an old abandoned motel.  I won’t say the name, it is already too popular.  I won’t say the location, if you’ve been to Indiana and on either of the main roads that it resides…you’ve seen it.  You really can’t miss it.  It sits where it has sat for decades. I’m not sure how long it has been abandoned, but it has been many of years.

They left a piano?  Yes, they left everything.  And I do mean everything.  The beds, the chairs, the tables, the TVs, the phones.  They’ve left it all.  To become nothing more than a victim of time and a victim of the rude.  If you could not tell by the picture above, maybe the one below will help.  DSC_2179-2.jpgThat is right, a motel fenced up….because much like walls…fences accomplish very little where there is determination.  Oops, did I say that?  Soapboxes, so I will back to my original point.  The fence, pointless.  As you can tell, I was clearly able to get in…and with no effort.  Someone had bent and pulled enough that there was a nice little gap that I was able to walk right through.  No bending, no squeezing, not struggling whatsoever.  Perfect little entrance way for a nosy little photographer looking for something out of the ordinary, everyday safety zone she stays in. So, I took advantage and got a little nosy.

This piano was on the first floor, right inside the door.  It was dark.  There was broken glass everywhere. Broken furniture.  Broken Doors. Broken TVs. The ceiling was falling down.  It was unsettling, but the part that scared me most…the graffiti covered walls.  I could handle that might run into some eerie ghosts, or ghost like noises.  Maybe even shadow people, but I believe in shadow people slightly less than I believe in ghosts.   No, I was by myself so I was worried about what kind of freaks were hiding out in the hidden crevices of the first floor.  So, as fearless as I tend to be…being by myself, I kept to the areas that I could see and I stayed on the first floor.  Maybe I will go back…with backup, but for now… for now I am content with what I have.

I really liked this piano, though, and I’m not sure that I did it justice.  I was a little worried about also getting in trouble for being there, so I was trying to explore while hurrying.  This piano though.  I know that it is not an old, grand piano like you would find in some very old  Victorian style home, but there was something about it.
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Maybe it was the way it just sat there in the dark.  The way the keys looked as if they were being played.  Knowing that once, someone probably sat behind those keys and played some Bach or Beethoven. “Piano Sonata No. 11” By Mozart.  Probably “Piano Man” by Billy Joel.  Or it could have just sat there and collected dust as patrons passed by it.  Something to get it use to its now current condition.  I don’t know.

Either way, there was something about the piano and I’ll probably just go back to get that one shot that does it justice.  For now, I leave the above shots for you to enjoy and I hope you do.
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Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

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