I am finally breaking through my pictures. There is indeed a light at the end of the tunnel…vacation tunnel anyhow. I do have a batch of photos that I took prior to leaving and some after returning…those will keep until sometime that is not now.
I know I posted a car the other day, but I’m really loving my ghost town old car series. I am really loving a lot of my photos.
A friend on Facebook said that she’d like to know the history of the last car that I posted. The truck. I’m sure that there is history somewhere. More about the town, I would think the rest would go without saying. The cards obviously came from somewhere. Maybe someone passing through the area and it broke down. Or it belonged to whomever once owned the old house on the same portion of land. All of that I’m sure is somewhere in the history books. Either accuracy or bits and pieces put together by someone through their own research and/or assumptions. I…I don’t really want to know the history. Maybe it is that part of me that still thinks it is a storyteller, but I like to leave it all up for imagination in these types of scenarios.
I don’t know. We all have our things, I guess. I’ll let you do what you do when looking at this picture. Either way, I hope that you like it.
Live, laugh, love, and let it ride.
As I walked this old dirt path looking for a “ghost town”, it began to snow. It was incredibly cold this year in the Black Hills. Some would say that I should have checked the weather…I did and I went the same time of year that I’ve gone the two years prior….weather is unpredictable and it is never the same. This year was no different. It was cold. It was raining. It was snowing.
I walked what seemed to be for miles. It wasn’t, but it felt like it. Slipping and sliding in the mud. Snow that grew heavier. Temperatures that dropped. I didn’t care. I was on a mission.
After sometime, I stumbled upon and old house. I wondered around. Saw old cars. Realized that the “ghost town” was really just an old house, and old concrete enclosure of sorts, some old structure remnants, and some old cars. Maybe if I had walked up the muddy hill further down the path I would have discovered more, but I didn’t. Did I mention it was cold and snowy…and muddy and I didn’t wear my cowboys boots. We all know by now that I’m fearless when I am in my boots….if only.
I was more fascinated by the old cars anyway. The house, I couldn’t nail down the pictures I wanted. I still have some…I will get to them someday. As far as this car, there wasn’t much to him. I’m also pretty sure that it was more of a truck than a car. It looks truckish. I also altered them. There were a handful of old cars in this “ghost town”, but regular editing just didn’t seem to fit them. They needed a ghostly, soft, and faded vintage type look to them. I hope that you agree that this look fits.
Live, laugh, love, and let it Ride.