Continuing to look around on tumblr I have found a blog called Abandoned Porn. It's basically beautiful photographs of abandoned places, which look completely poignant and heartbreaking.
Maybe it's the blue mountains off in the distance, but this one really reminds me strongly of the Blue Ridge Mountains where I grew up. I'm fascinated by it, I can't stop looking at it. That is the kind of house that was built by hand. People lived their lives there, were born there, had loving moments and heartbreak there. Now, even the trees taking it over look dead.
Photo credit: http://www.flickr.com/people/22563225@N04/
I'm back to myself again, though, which is nice. I like myself, at least most of the time. I'm getting together digital photos to take to Mom to put on her digital photo frame, buying Christmas gifts, mailing Christmas cards, burning Yankee Candle tarts that smell like Christmas trees.
Oh, and our dishwasher died, we will have to buy a new one, like now. I'm not stressy about it, though. I hated that old crappy dishwasher and look forward to a new one that hopefully works much better and with significantly less volume and overall crapitude than the broken one.
Maybe after it's replaced we can toss the old one in a parking lot and someone will take a poignant photo of it.
