I suppose it’s more of a ghost community than a ghost town.It was right on the side of the road, up a small hill, with a great view.Window frames seem to stand the test of time.This table didn’t fare quite as well.This looks like the sort of door I might have made.Remarkably, the only graffiti in the town.Leftover.The sunroom.As I stood before this doorway, I heard a sound. It sounded like a long, low, gentle bray, like a distant donkey. There was no wind. I surveyed the landscape and saw no beasties. I’ve decided it was a ghost donkey, just letting me know it was there. Otherwise, I got no vibes of the past from the little community.In the shade.But with a view.I loved exploring this place. Admittedly, It was a little dicey, as many of the places I walked were clearly above rooms dug into the hillside. I knew there was a risk of falling through. But what’s life without a little risk? The only thing missing from this part of the adventure was K. She’d have loved it.
Today’s gratitudes:
What aspen leaves look like when they start to bud
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April 14, 2022 at 2:05 pm
The Sanguine Woods
Haunting! Great shots!
April 19, 2022 at 8:10 am
RiverUnderWater
It really makes you wonder what it looked like at in its prime!
April 19, 2022 at 8:11 am
Seasweetie
I wonder that as well!