When Old Was New

When I was a baby photographer... With my trusty Canon Powershot that I carried with me EVERYWHERE I went, before there were studios, and models, and pressure, and learning... I tagged along with Hubby on one of his monthly AED checks he does for large unnamed power company over in the middle and eastern side of the state.

On that specific run, he took me past this abandoned farm house. And I was hooked. Ever since I have a deep passion for stopping and wandering and photographing the stories left behind. I had photographed and adventured up to the old asylum in Traverse City a few times before this- but this was my first abandoned farm house.

A week or so ago- we went by it again on the same run. She's more caved in in spots, more rot, more aged sadness- but still beautiful. Even on a dreary cold late April afternoon.