September 8th, 2009

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Pine Valley Lodge House

Thats the front side.. I couldnt get the whole thing in one shot.. This property is owned by the State of Colorado Forestry Division. Back in the 40's or 50's??? Not sure cuz its been years since I've read the placque on the gazebo below it.. But A very rich man from out east somewhere set out west with 100 of his buddies to build a castle in the mountains.. The government ended up seiseing the property and it is off limits.. The house is inhabited by hundreds of bats.. I got the opportunity to put the roof on it 10 years ago and my roof still looks good.. I musta seen 25 bats a day crawling out from inside that roof while I was working on it.. Ya cant get any closer to the house these days cuz its all fenced off.. its incredible tho..
This is the front door..
And this is the back door..
And down below.. (Its got a nice little path that walks up from a giant parking lot below it and this is approaching it from that parking lot..
BATS!!! Nobody lives here but BATS!!!
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Folks I'm not trying to get political. I realize that this is not the forum for that. I thought it would be interesting to post photos of Camp Casey. The "Unabandoned" photographs are after Cindy Sheehan stopped particiapating in the movement. The camp was still full of life, but President Bush was still in office. The " Abandoned" photographs were taken a couple of days ago. Why is peace not just important now as it was in the first photos?

UNABANDONED -  a colletion of shoes off the children that died in Iraq.


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A dance of wind and light...

Uniontown Farmhouse, Front

This beautiful old farmhouse rests on a hill near Uniontown, Washington. When we were fortunate enough to visit, the prairie wind tore through open windows and doors, making the entire house vibrate and sing.

It has been badly battered by the elements and various unkindly occupants, but you can tell that it was very well-loved in its day. The baby blue paint in one of the upstairs bedrooms; the trim ever-so-carefully and lovingly painted. You can almost hear the patter of little feet across the upstairs hallway. I wonder at the family who certainly lived here... why they left so much behind. A box of mouldering presto logs in the utility room, rusting tools and vintage TV sets in the barn.

Now, the wind and sunlight have sculpted lace from curtains and lift mournful song from cracks and crannies. The present residents the house shelters have a much more delicate touch. We met them in the parlor.

We photographed everything as it was presented to us; none of these shots were staged in any way.

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