On the way to Chattanooga on an old highway there stood an old mill. It had obviously stood for quite some time and it’s weathered walls were a testament to this.
A window looks blindly down the road, I wonder how long it has done so?
The walls were pitted with age and holes the size of a fist were prevalent…
and the roof of the overhang was on it’s way to being more sky than wood.
At the base of the wall of the Mill was an opening where the underside stood open, here the Mill’s guts still stood.
Around the back stood a wall of some sort, I’m not sure what it was.
In the back wall a rectangular opening and a shelf held iron, stone and a bone? Offerings to a different time?