abandoned america

abandoned barn, Dublin, Ohio
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There is something very nostalgic, mysteriously magical, so bleakly wondrous that draws me to abandoned places: farm houses, out-buildings, barns.  I love feeling the leftover energies, the stories left behind in the rubble.  It's like an archaeological dig, the forgotten objects buried in time and dust, above ground. They are a lovely quintessential American art form in themselves. Even though long empty, this particular barn smells of cows, oil and old wood; its history is intensely palpable.

As my Facebook friends know, I've been posting a series of photos titled "Abandoned America", most of which I took in and around my neck of the woods, Central Ohio.  Hope you enjoy these places, truly majestic in their own right, as much as I did.  Stay tuned for more images in the coming weeks.

Another night, I dreamed 

I saw my fathersweeping 

out the barn floor clean, 

and would not suffer the wheat 

to be broughtin the barn. 

He appeared to me to be in anger.

Joanna Southcott