on a fall walk through an old abandoned village! My favorite type of architecture resides here. Last weekend I attended a poetry festival in the village with thousands, and this weekend we returned all alone. So lets take little peeks in windows and knock on the doors of abandoned buildings and homes!
Ringing the bell, it is loud!
Wild rose hips grow abundantly around the village. I’ve been picking bunches to dry in my travels. Standing in polka dots on one of the very textured, paint peeling porches.
and a peek inside the foggy, wavy, cobweb covered glass…
Over-grown herb garden in front of a tiny colonial house. This one has a ghost scarecrow residing amongst the weeds, herbs, flowers and berries!
I left some wild rose hips in the old horseshoe above the door for the ancestor ghosts that reside there.
Frolicking to the mill, crunchy leaves underfoot! This stone building is so sweet. Inside was set up like a little rustic tavern (and is flooded…sad).
Another quaint dream house, complete with an old world herb and flower garden.
I am obsessed with stone bank houses and eyebrow windows. This one is a dream! A bit creepy inside too.
I just had to ring the giant rusty bell one more time before we left. The sound echoed though out the empty village. Notice the amazing white Victorian house behind me. A bit out of place in the village but it’s architecture completes my love for the place!
Thanks to my husband who followed me around, capturing this magical place! Some of the photos were a surprise, which was nice. I am a peeping tom, I guess.
On Friday I snuck another sketchy journal into my shop, which has a pretty new bookplate. It is sold but here’s a little teaser (there might be more, not exactly like this one though). To be filled with feathers and leaves, sketches and prose.
And a beautiful Autumn weekend to all experiencing the season!