The Old Family Farm

A home represents a dream.  Someones dream at some time in history.  Whether brand new and filled with granite and real wood floors or abandoned , decaying, falling down, and falling in.  One time, any photo of an abandoned house was a dream.  Someone took time, physical labor and energy to build this home.  They built fences and barns with their hard earned wages and labor.  

At one time this farm was filled with proud people, who farmed a large farm.  The barn stood straight instead of swaying.   The house was filled with family and the yard was filled with children.   

My fascination, ever since I was a child was that I wanted to go walk through these old homes.  I wanted to explore them, I wanted to look at their peeling, decaying wallpaper.  Knowing that at one time people lived here.  Perhaps it is my fascination with history.  Now I want to stop and photograph every old, abandoned house I see.  I wonder why the people left.  Did they die? Did they just move? Did they build another house and move on?   

Walking into this home...  recently only home to the cows, as evident on the floor.  From the wall this mural popped out in this colorful expression of love.  Someone took the time to paint a this delightful mural on the wall of this house, in the midst of the decay this lovely flower sprouts out of the wall.  

The tired old barn leans and groans under the weight of its aging boards.  

The old barn...patched with tin.  I've always loved old barns.  When I was a child we had two old barns on our property.  I remember playing in what was the hay loft of the old barn.  The mama cats always had their kittens up in the barn.  

The tin patching this barn makes it look like a patchwork quilt.  

Hinges...

Rusty nails. 

 

Comments

[KayBallard]

Joy, these photos are amazing!

[Danielle]

Joy, these photos are fantastic! I share your fascination with old houses/barns and also grew up on a farm with mama cats in the hay loft :)
Danielle

[Yogi]

Great photographs. When I visit my father's family in South Dakota we go by the old farmsteads that have slowly been decaying. Not much left of some of them. Dad can tell the story about what's left.

[Joy]

Thank You! I love the old farmsteads. This one is actually the one that my Husband's Great-Grandparents lived on. This was the first home my husband lived in when he was an infant. These old houses fall apart so fast if no one lives in them.