Mud Hollar Rd.

The front looked as if it had burst open.

Recently on a photo expedition with my buddy Jay Farrell we came across a road called Mud Hollar. Mud Hollar? with a name like that we were sure we’d find an abandoned house or shack of some sort. We were not wrong.

It looked “burst open”, that was my first impression of the little White House that sat on the side of the road. In front was a massive tree, its placement giving an idea as to how long the house had stood empty. While jay made to go and photograph a small gnome like shack a little further up the road, I moved to check out the main building. To be honest the footing beneath me was loose, spongey and disturbing.

Ever see a backyard made up of rusty sheet metal? Here you go.

Rusted sheets of metal were also underfoot and more sheets lay about further up a hill and into what was a heavily wooded space.

The side of the house we’d found was really odd. A window was in the side of the wall but the ground was almost even with the sill and just a little further down was a roof covered porch of some sort with trash strewn about.

This is of course where I made my entry into what had been the site of a pretty bad fire. The walls were charred black, ash and mud and assorted junk made up the floor, and while this place would win no awards for cleanliness there was a table with a cleanish looking frying pan. The little burned up shack was making an effort at hospitality if nothing else.

What must have been a living room at some point was nearly impassible, with the ceiling and roof having fallen in. These too were charred. On the far wall a calendar was tacked to the wall, Jay informed me that the calendar was from 1978. From the state of the walls and the amount of dirt-mud-gunk that now made op the houses floor it was easy to believe this place had been empty since ’78, well, of humans. I’ve no idea squirrels and raccoons had made this place their personal Air BnB.

I spent a good half and hour walking around inside shooting this and that but eventually made my way outside to the backyard. No, not a yard, rather a hill. A hill that had likely been growing larger and slowly moving to envelope the house? Another 20 years or so might see the back of the house consumed by the mound of dirt and grass.

Here the footing was no better than the footing on the side. I had to keep readjusting my stance to keep a foot from sinking into the loam, or from going ass over tea kettle. Here in the back stood more junk, old glass jars and bottles, large rusted cans that could actually be mistaken for pony kegs.

Finally I had made a full circuit of Casa de Charred to Hell and Back. Leaning back on the car I went through the photos I’d taken and wished that there’d been a few more personal affects left inside, but after 41yrs of being abandoned I was just surprised the house was still standing.

I hope you like this update of Forgotten Tennessee and by the way I do have a book out that bears the same name as this site, Forgotten Tennessee. You can buy the book at most bookstores, Costcos, Cracker Barrel, and on Amazon as well. Just follow the link to purchase online

Until next time.

Forgotten Tennessee the book! An update!

Sept. 30th is the release date for Forgotten Tennessee. You’ll be able to pick it up on Amazon as well as brick and mortar book stores, and anywhere else books are carried. Sat the 21st I attended Wine Around The Square in Murfreesboro, TN (courtesy of the RAA) where I was pleasantly surprised with 3 copies of my book sold quickly. Forgotten Tennessee and its content were, to say the least, well received.

Photo: Lisa Simms
My table at the event.

What could possibly cap that? Finding out the Lynchburg_Times had put out a great review on Forgotten Tennessee! You can read it at 

Remember Sept 30th Forgotten Tennessee hits the streets! Or you can order NOW at…/…/ref=sr_1_1…

Forgotten Tennessee will be showing at the Smyrna Artist Cooperative “Arttitude 2019” show. Sept 27th 6-9pm and Sept 28th for Depot Days.

Youth caged

Marina Sepharina enjoys what light came in to her cell.

Recently model Marina Sepharina and myself shot a Dia de las Muertos (Day of the Dead) themed shoot at an abandoned Youth Detention Center, aka Children’s Warehouse.

Climb softly, watch your step. Footfalls stir the dust, our presence stirs something more?

All the doors were open yet led nowhere.

Right, left, desolation and ruin was the order of the day.

Likely Marina’s soft stare was the only gentleness seen here.

Some rooms still bore marks of expelled screams.

Don’t look too closely, you may find the fingernail marks that tore into that wall.

Marina ghosted about the floor, her freedom something others could only have dreamt of.

The light is captive too.

Pillars of gloom and rays of blue.

The oppressiveness is real, them heavy blues still extends to all.

In this dark place occsionally rays of hope make their way in.

A blast of fire, maybe something else?

Spirits can not stay caged!

Stone walls are not invulnerable.

SHOTS FIRED! Did the inmates take the asylum?

Or just another sign of abandonedment and decay?

After seeing so many doors blasted open we see some sealed tight. Why?

Finally, at least for Marina and myself.

Sept 30th Forgotten Tennessee the book drops!

Sept. 30th is the official release of my book Forgotten Tennessee. If you like the photos in this teaser, you’ll love the actual book. Where will you be able to buy Forgotten Tennessee? Barnes and Noble, Books-A-Million, as well as any store that has a decent book section, can’t wait to be the first to own a copy?

Pre-Order Forgotten Tennessee at

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?