A previous location is revisited. Previously I’d explored this house with my buddy Justin and I’d been wanting to go back. So this Fourth of July fellow photographer Jay Farrell and I did just that. Unlike my previous visit I noticed a rather unwelcoming sign of concrete and earth piled up to make the parking a bit less accessible, rude. But oh well small cars win the day.
I think perhaps the piano was played a little too hard at some point, what’s on the boob tube? A little down the hall I come across an appropriate holiday card, don’t you think?
If I thought the side door looked menacing I was left praying no one would come through the front.
Feeling a pressure to my bladder I sought out the bathroom, but decided to hold it and well no taking a bath here either.
Let’s head upstairs…
Once done exploring the 1st and 2nd floors the back porch was the next on the list for exploration.
Did I mention the backyard was a damned jungle? I have more photos of this location, but for now I’ve got to sign off.
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Today is Easter. Rather than relax at the house I decided to grab my trusty camera and go shoot two locations I’d been meaning to explore.
The first location was off of Manson Pike, in Murfreesboro, TN. Up until recently these buildings were hidden behind an old building made of riverock and behind that was a very dense expanse of trees and brush. Both building and small forest were mowed down by developers. Each building contained it’s own treasure from days gone by.
A hidden barn
The Barn, second location was pretty close to the first and honestly I’d driven by it for years and never really noticed it. Why? Because it’s only visiable during the Fall and Winter months. It’s across the street from a small shopping strip with a Starbucks. The frist time I actually spied it I was heading towards town and only glimpsed the top of the barn. I ended up doing a u-turn and drove back. After parking in the Starbucks parking lot I went across the street and did some quick exploring.
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There are vehicles out there who have a sense of menace about them, usually they were made between the 40’s & the late 70’s. They lay abandoned and seemingly harmless. But if they could they would snarl and growl, fire and smoke belting from exhaust pipes, just waiting for the chance to devour the asphalt and yourself.
As Jay Farrell and myself were wrapping up another Alabama trip, we found ourselves cruising on US Hwy. 17 ambling down a hill and around a long curve. That’s when Jay spotted it, the last house we’d decided to explore for the day. The house was shades of grey, rust and black, honestly it was damn near perfectly camouflaged from us. Parking required us to be on the absolute edge of a crumbling shoulder. Grabbing our cameras we hopped across a narrow embankment and stood for a second admiring a once beautiful and striking abode. But that time must have been at least 100 years ago. The elements and time were doing their level best to consume it all. Entering the door was a questionable act. The roof over hanging the porch had partially collapsed onto the porch’s floor, and the floor was not faring much better. Luckily for Jay and I the porch was only 8 inches or so from the actual ground.
Under the collapsing roof and over the sketchy looking porch we went and found ourselves in a hallway that was nearly black. We were in luck, we still had at least an hour or so of daylight to explore. Without that daylight we’d been in trouble. The house’s floors were nearly rotted out, in one room the floor was caving in while in another it was bowing upwards even while it’s ceiling was canted down.
Jay and I split up in order to shoot whatever struck our eyes. However we remained within shouting distance, this is important when exploring such and I can not stress this enough. I took a second to look back the way we’d come and got a great shot of the hall.
In one room I came across a comfortable looking recliner while in another room a mattress was testament that at some point someone had used this old house as a place to take shelter from the elements. But considering the lack of windows, and the gaps in the ceiling and floors I’m not sure it was much of a shelter.
Still, there was a kitchenette at least, but from what we could see no indoor bathroom.
Eventually Jay and I made it outside the old house and decided to explore the out buildings of which there were three. In one place there was evidence of a fourth building but it was no longer standing.
The house may have started out painted white, but was now mostly grey, and moss green in the back.
Remember that kitchenette I mentioned? Here is the stove!
Two of the remaining out buildings were likely barns, the third however was for a well. I could be wrong, we’d noticed a lot of the houses in this part of Alabama had storm shelters.
Keep in mind we were at least 15 miles from Vernon, AL. We were miles from any store we’d seen. But here in the woods just a stones throw from the house was a grocery cart. I’d love to know if at some point there was a store nearby.
Near another structure we found evidence of transportation and refrigeration.
As Jay and I wrapped up our exploration I took a few last shots of the side of the house but this glassless window is what I decided to post. It’s ominous and creepy and the failing light conveys it all.
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I woke up restless and a need to travel. So I grabbed my cameras, fueled up my car and myself too. After grabbing some coffee I hit I-40 going east. The miles rolled by and eventually they grew more numerous than my fellow drivers, or at least that’s how it felt. I began to relax and realized the drive and exploration was indeed what I’d been missing. As I traveled up 40 I spied my first stop, a defunct convience store called Stop. I passed up the exit went onto the next and doubled back and pulling up into Stop’s parking lot I smiled. I’m not sure when this little store closed but it had a retro 70’s or 80’s look to it and it was wonderfully abandoned as was the concrete pill box of a store next to it.
Grass and weeds choked the space in front of the pillbox while the blacktop of Stop was cracked it’s windows so heavily boarded up that entrance would require a crowbar and no, I didn’t have one.
I spent about 20 or 30 mins shooting the two buildings, and regretted not bringing a crowbar, I think capturing the interior would have been cool, but this place went a bit beyond being borded up, there was sheet metal bolted over the windows.
However the building next to it was the exact opposite when it came to gaining access to. All of it’s windows including the glass shop doors had been broken out at some point.
Inside I realized that this must have been some kind of roadside 2nd hand shop. An old tv was near one of the broken doors, a bed frame, suitcases, audio tapes, clothes and in one corner a bunch of old CRT monitors.
The only things that really ghave me pause were the Memorex tapes on the floor and some open family albums. On the way out of the parking lot I saw yet another blast from the past, when was the last time you saw a payphone?
To say yhe least it was odd. But that’s ok, it’s what I expect to find on my explorations of Forgotten Tennessee.
The otherday was a bright and sunny one but not hot enough to make the asphalt boil and steam. With such agreeable conditions I decied to go a hunting abandoned sites amongst the back roads. I quickly and soundly became lost.
No biggie, it’s how I discover my haunts. Now while I was out scouting for abandoned I had no plans to enter any structures, it’s summer and unless you have a machette and a team of other machette weilding bearers entering some of these locations is improbable at best.
Entering the abandoned is often better done in the fall. Hunt for sites now in the Summer, hope they are still standing when all things green are asleep.
Tooling up and down narrow roads I came to a juncture and had to make a decision right? or left? I went left. Yes, I flipped a coin. One of the many things I enjoy about my explorations is the occasionally odd site that catches my eye. These can be anything from a small forgotten family plot to a sign adonrened with skulls, like this one!
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