This series was shot the other morning, along with yesterday’s post (fogged in.). This old farmhouse and barn looked to be abandoned. The drive that lead up to the house looks like it hasn’t seen it’s owner in quite some time. Places like this are what I’m all about. I love the feeling of being somewhere that is still and alone, but where the undercurrent of memories and life still flows.
My trip to Kansas hasn’t necessarily been all I hoped for in terms of photography, but I have gotten quite a few keepers none-the-less. The biggest problem is that places like this farmhouse are off limits for me to explore. What I’ve seen of Kansas is hot, humid, rolling hills filled with fields, road-side weeds overgrown, and McMansions. There are plenty of old, dilapidated barns that I would love to explore the insides of, but you can’t do that from the side of the road. Every spec of land here is barb-wire fenced, and I don’t really want to mess with a grumpy farmer and his 12-gauge. I’m still amazed at the amount of money here. It’s strange driving on seemingly empty dirt road after dirt road with old turn-of-the-century farmhouses barely holding it together, and then come up on this mega-behemoth 10,000 sq. ft. mansion with motorized gates, immaculate landscaping, and a personal pond. Then back to corn fields again.
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[...] shot should have been part of the previous post, the farm sleeps, but oh well. I like it enough to post it after the fact. This is the gate entrance to that [...]