Someday Dreams.

What do you see when you look at an abandoned house? I doubt it's the same as what I see. I see so many wonderfully old and aged boards--with cracking paint and character. I see rusty metal from the roof and such that are a multitude of colors. I want to take every last piece of each house and turn it into art pieces like the works of Dolan Geiman, or use pieces to make my own little cottage to hide away in like the one I found via sfgirlbybay, or if the place is salvageable I dream about fixing it up to let it have a second chance. Grown over abandoned house in Greene County

Abandoned house tucked in the middle of nowhere--just the way I like them to be.

(Above images taken by me--on a gallivant back in June).

(Above two images by Dolan Geiman)

(above three images via a post by sfgirlbybay).

I hope you can see what I see. The beauty in the forgotten, but also the potential in it. On my birthday gallivant I saw so many abandoned barns and farmhouses that it hurt. I want so badly to be like a less sexy Lara Croft or a more feminine Indiana Jones and take the time to go through each barn, house, and outbuilding I see--taking things apart board by board, pushing away the cobwebs, and most importantly keeping things as much as possible from perishing into dust. I haven't the slightest clue how to go about tearing down a barn or house, but I am going to do it someday. The minute Joe is weaned my butt is getting down to figuring out how to get my first building under my belt--just think of all the amazing stuff I can make out of the lumber and metal--plus all the little things (besides spiders and mice) that history has left behind. Sigh--what a great thing to daydream about.