I found this old Mill up in the foothills of North Carolina recently. It is huge. Three stories tall, and just a shell of its former self. As I was taking photographs the farmer/owner came along on his tractor carrying a large round bale of hay to feed his cattle. He stopped to chat. At first suspiciously, then for just the conversation. He must have been in his 80's and he said his folk had always had the mill. After about an hour he went along to finish his chores and I to taking photographs.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Digital Photograph...The Mill
I found this old Mill up in the foothills of North Carolina recently. It is huge. Three stories tall, and just a shell of its former self. As I was taking photographs the farmer/owner came along on his tractor carrying a large round bale of hay to feed his cattle. He stopped to chat. At first suspiciously, then for just the conversation. He must have been in his 80's and he said his folk had always had the mill. After about an hour he went along to finish his chores and I to taking photographs.
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4 comments:
marvelous photograph!
i love looking at the world though your eyes!!
Fabulous, fabulous, FABulous!!! I'm telling you . . . once again . . . . "Coffee Table Book"!!!!! Hugs, Terri xoxo
PS I'll be the old timer was infinitely interesting!!!
I agree wholeheartedly with Terri. Coffee table book with accompanying stories. Americana through the eyes of an artist. I'll buy!
I love that you love old barns...they sure invoke a sadness of having served their time and left behind...forgotton...I am drawn to them....thanks for sharing.
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