Thursday, August 9, 2012

Rest Now!


Lay me low, my work is done,
  I am weary. Lay me low.
           Adam Lindsay Gordon



I have driven past you for most of my life. I have watched you go from a magnificent structure admired and treasured by all who had the pleasure of seeing you to, a neglected piece of history completely destroyed bit by bit.




Rest now. Hopefully your weathered beams neatly laid out will sometime soon be put into another magnificent structure to be admired again. You will not be forgotten.

Later

Rural Thursday Blog Hop

Thank you to our hosts Nancy and Lisa.

28 comments:

  1. A very special place. Beautiful photos !

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  2. What a beautiful poem and I love your pictures too!!

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  3. It's sad to see the old places go to ruins... kind of an ashes to ashes thing. Lovely photos!

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  4. Beautiful pictures you show.
    Thank you for visiting my blog.
    Wishing you a good day :)
    Hanne Bente

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  5. The poem and photos create a captivating story. Hopefully those old beams will go to good use in another building.

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  6. How sad to see a once-loved building crumble.

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  7. We see so many buildings deteriorating in our countryside.

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  8. I suppose it's a sign of the times. Cheaper to bring down than restore. *sigh*

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  9. I know how you feel. Sometimes I feel like crying when I see buildings that I have memories in being torn down.

    I know I'm lame, but I started crying when Borders was closed down. It's not historic. Almost everyday I drive by it; the building is empty. A good building sits empty. I remember many nights going there and rushing towards the children's book section with my kids. We read all evening long. They got to pick out a book at the end of our bookstore trip.

    When I went to Chicago this summer; we ended up in a bad part of town. The building that sat by the Subway Station had a historic marker. Everything around it was tattered and torn. It was someplace important, at one time.

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  10. It is sad isn't it. Great photos.

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  11. Sad to see, but a wonderful tribute to a familiar and admired structure.

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  12. you have memoralized it in images. can you take a piece of the wood and make something wonderful??

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  13. Change comes to all ~ excellent photography and tribute to a wonderful building ~ (A Creative Harbor)

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  14. Most people would just pass by and see nothing but scattered debris. It takes a good eye like yours to see the history and the craftsmanship of the place. It must have been quite a structure in its prime.

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  15. my grandparents' barn is in a similar state. it's always a sad sight to see.

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  16. oh i just hate that....nice pictures though... :)

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  17. It is sad when the old places are abandoned. Your post and lovely words help it to live on! :)

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  18. Aww. Now that was sweet. :-)

    And who is not to say that somewhere in a structure resides a bit of the people who sweat and strove to make it so?

    Feeling poetic and it's all your fault,

    Pearl

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  19. I wouldn't mind some of those beams for my vege garden. I'm sure someone is going to think they've found a treasure trove. Great pics Buttons. Sue

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  20. Beautiful shots of that decay!

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  21. Oh I know, some past items would be greatly appreciated in a future generation. Ugh. Your pictures are a great remembrance.

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  22. ooooh. sad...'another one bites the dust'. OH but how i would love to wander through there...touching the old weathered wood...

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  23. Ashes to Ashes....or more like smashes to smashes...in any event, it will eventually get recycled by nature♫♪

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  24. Youve taken pictures of the past, but wrote of the future. thats inspiring, friend!

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