There is a particular house that I drive by sometimes that I have always meant to stop in and ask for permission to photograph. I never see vehicles at the newer home there so I wasn't sure if it was empty or not.
As luck would have it, I was headed home last week and the old truck in front of me turned into that property....I followed but stopped closer to the entrance. You never know what someone might think about being followed onto their property by a stranger.
An older gentlemen got out and walked over and I went into my awkward speech asking to take a photo of his old house. He said there wasn't much to see as it's in rough shape, which I told him was just fine. I still see the beauty in it.
I asked if he knew much about it and he said it was built around 1912 and that he was born in it...I would guess in the 40's. I didn't ask him his age. I asked if he had a big family and he said it was just him and his parents. We chatted a bit more about current events, swatted mosquitoes and I think we were both thinking about the past. Him with his memories and me with my imagination.
I thanked him for his time and he wandered off behind some old outbuildings, probably doing some of the same farm tasks he's been doing for decades.
As always, thanks for sticking around and reading my sporadic posts. I have a backlog of images to post so I am hoping to get them all blogged soon! I hope everyone is safe and healthy. Take care.