The Old Homestead 1
August 6, 2014
As I was wandering northern Ohio Sunday I came across an apparently abandoned dilapidated house with a convenient pull-off next to it. I had been photographing the building for about 10 minutes when a car drove up the access road near me. Oh-oh. Out came a man, and quick as a wink I said, “Hello!” adding as I gestured toward the house, “Is this yours?” “Hello!” he said in a friendly tone of voice. (Whew.) I said, “Do you mind if I photograph the house? It’s a way of preserving it for a little longer.” No, he didn’t mind, and warned me about the old well at the side of the house, which I had seen and walked around. Then he told me most of his life story! What a sweet man. His ancestors came over from Ireland in the early 1800s and homesteaded the 200 acres that he and his brother still farm. Before he got back into his car, he told me I could come back and photograph the place any time I want. Wow.
Romancing Reality 