Upstate decay


Brown stick season was mercifully short this year. It’s December 1 as I write this and there’s almost a foot of snow on the ground. But as short as it was, I still got out to find abandoned stuff. One outing wasn’t too successful and lesson learned, but others scored me some good stuff. So much that I’ll have multiple posts. I know. You’re shocked.

As with fog, abandonment lends itself to processing play. I tend to go a little crazy here, trying to eke out different looks that either accentuate what I found or go for the opposite. It’s oddly fun and sometimes terribly transparent.

Look of surprise

These first two I’ve been by a few times. Both times I decided to stop because things have a way of disappearing. Recently a lot is up for sale that has a cute little house and a bunch of cars on…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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