The Mill on the Roadside

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?

Loops of wire were hung about the porch. Perhaps the wire is what held the building upright?

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.

Ironically enough I felt safer under the building than next to it.

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?