First off, let me appologize for the oversized photos before. I'd thought the ones I linked were the corrected size photos, but I goofed. I'll try hard not to make that mistake again.
But on with the ride. After wandering the haunted roadhouse of the preious pictures we started heading back towards home. Coming down the gorman pass into the upper Antelope Valley, there are literally hundreds of abandoned decaying farms and squatter's shacks. This 1920's bungelow style caught my interest. It was beyond the point of saving but someone was maintaining the property, so it must be worth photographing.
Now I've got to fully admit something of these pictures. Two of us were taking shot on this trip. I'm still reformating many of the shots taken with my 35mm SLR. These were taken by my 12 year old daughter. I think she's got an eye for this, but I'd love to hear what you folks think.
The front of the place had seen some serious wear and tear. In fact, I had to carefully recon the place before letting her get close enough to take pictures in and around the property with me.
T'was amazing as not a window was intact anywhere in this house. Floors were crumbling and the roof was leaking in a dozen places, and the place was unnaturally quiet. We didn't have the feeling of being watched or unwanted in this place, but it still wasn't quite right.
Despite being 30 miles from the nearest town, the place was still being watched.
Right after taking this last picture, a truck pulled up along the main road and we were asked to leave the property. The property wasn't posted as I noted to couple who spoke with us. They commented that people kept stealing the "No tresspassing" signs. I sighed and we contently departed to points further down the road.