The other day I was reading
THIS post from Abraham Lincoln's Blog...he is talking about people asking him where he finds his inspiration for his blog. He says he can step out his door and find inspiration.
Sometimes I step out my door and can find something I want to take a picture. If not there, I can in the more liberal sense of the term. I have been driving the backroads of Parke and Vermillion Counties for years now, and still find new things. They are essentially in my backyard...I don't have to take a trip to see a famous place to find something that grabs my attention.
This is one we seen Sunday...I don't think I have ever been down the road this was on. And I look at those rocks and wonder how long they have been there and where did they came from. And just how were they moved? Was this used as a cellar, or was it a storm shelter or what.
There was an old house there that was laying there in a pile...it had just fell in upon itself. Another untold story. You know someone, somewhere would be sad that it no longer stood there.
The other day I was reading THIS post from Abraham Lincoln's Blog...he is talking about people asking him where he finds his inspiration for his blog. He says he can step out his door and find inspiration.
Sometimes I step out my door and can find something I want to take a picture. If not there, I can in the more liberal sense of the term. I have been driving the backroads of Parke and Vermillion Counties for years now, and still find new things. They are essentially in my backyard...I don't have to take a trip to see a famous place to find something that grabs my attention.
This is one we seen Sunday...I don't think I have ever been down the road this was on. And I look at those rocks and wonder how long they have been there and where did they came from. And just how were they moved? Was this used as a cellar, or was it a storm shelter or what.
There was an old house there that was laying there in a pile...it had just fell in upon itself. Another untold story. You know someone, somewhere would be sad that it no longer stood there.
I guess their cellar was built better than their house. This looks like it will be standing for a long time.
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Well you know, Rose, that this was someone's special place at one time. Sometimes when I think of an old place like that, I can just stand still and imagine the people who used to live nearby. Neat, huh?
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Must have been a lot of work moving those rocks to build that. I guess a cellar of some sort...a cool place for food to be kept with all that insulation. Ice house as well in winter?
ReplyDeleteIf only it could talk. I wonder how old it is. It is amazing the things we see when the leaves are off the trees. Thank you for the nice comments on my blog. MB
ReplyDeleteThis is interesting! I wonder how big it is inside. It could have been any of a number of things depending on its size: a military hideout, an ice house, among them,
ReplyDeleteYou've happened upon a very interesting site. I like the nicely, laid stone work of this cellar. Fine shots. Pictures are anywhere we find them...and one of the problems is that we get too acquainted with our locales so we don't notice what has become ordinary, but which to a stranger would be very interesting.
ReplyDeleteI always love visiting these old places and imaging all the events that this place must of seen.
ReplyDeleteThere surely is a story. Wonder if there would be any county records or nearby residents with history? It would be tempting in some ways to know, but in the end, what we imagine can be even more inspiring!
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of an old cellar house that was on the farm where my Dad was raised.
ReplyDeleteWhat a find Rose!
I've seen partial underground places like this in rural areas around here & always wondered the same thing... what was it used for? A storm shelter? Did it save a family's life, once? Or twice? Very cool post, Rose!
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