In the summer, she hides. You'd never know she was there. She's a warm feeling place, she was prosperous, and it was a good House. And they had good lives. Until she got beat up. That happened frequently after those attractive biege boxes were built where the cows used to be. The boxes came with kids n' tweens, and THEY brought the couch. Oh my! She was disgusted, and believe it or not, I swear, as I just visted the site again, the Dirty Couch of Ill Repute had been kicked out what remains of the front wall. You can see it sitting in shame outside in the first shot. She feels better now and the kids, with the Couch no longer inside, have taken their fun elsewhere.
She seems to like when I visit. I caught her off guard coming so early in the spring, when she's not so completely hidden by dense vegetation. The Couch shot, the window in the Not-Wall shot were taken last summer when I found her.
This property was a farm and obigatory farmhouse in Round Hill, VA. The house has to be, and what do I know, circa 1800s, mid to lates. The barns you can readily see on site, but the house, she's in no shape for company much anymore, and really couldn't be bothered. The barns in the images were the lower barns, still umbilically connected to the upper barns by a very functional, yet very ugly cinder block corridor thing. The upper barn roof and floors have completely collapsed, and aren't that interesting. Nor accessible.
And if you notice, half of her is completely missing. In the chimney shot is from the rear of the structure, notice the fireplaces. There was a second story to match the other side, and from the looks of things the lower fireplace would have been the kitchen. Makes sense with the other site features (again, not that visually interesting -- think JUNK PILE.) This was the first time I discovered the outhouse, however. Was a gul dern fer piece from the house, dag gummit. I mean, in winter? Go that distance? Please.
Not much remains, the masonry is being courageous but ultimately looking at a very bad day. The walls, plaster, wall slatting, are all kicked out.
By them damn keeee-ids.
~Bill 4/18/2011
She seems to like when I visit. I caught her off guard coming so early in the spring, when she's not so completely hidden by dense vegetation. The Couch shot, the window in the Not-Wall shot were taken last summer when I found her.
This property was a farm and obigatory farmhouse in Round Hill, VA. The house has to be, and what do I know, circa 1800s, mid to lates. The barns you can readily see on site, but the house, she's in no shape for company much anymore, and really couldn't be bothered. The barns in the images were the lower barns, still umbilically connected to the upper barns by a very functional, yet very ugly cinder block corridor thing. The upper barn roof and floors have completely collapsed, and aren't that interesting. Nor accessible.
And if you notice, half of her is completely missing. In the chimney shot is from the rear of the structure, notice the fireplaces. There was a second story to match the other side, and from the looks of things the lower fireplace would have been the kitchen. Makes sense with the other site features (again, not that visually interesting -- think JUNK PILE.) This was the first time I discovered the outhouse, however. Was a gul dern fer piece from the house, dag gummit. I mean, in winter? Go that distance? Please.
Not much remains, the masonry is being courageous but ultimately looking at a very bad day. The walls, plaster, wall slatting, are all kicked out.
By them damn keeee-ids.
~Bill 4/18/2011
