Amy Earl
Well-Known Member
I have no idea what this buliding used to serve, but it always catches my eye driving past it. It's a tall, rusty wreck among a group of dumpy buildings near a railroad that parallels the highway. This route is actually a pretty drive through the Green Mountains apart from this particular little town which feels like a sort of redneck outpost. Side story: next to this building is a gun store and flea market run by a tall, craggy guy that collects antiques and lots of junk. Stuff is piled everywhere inside and outside the building with no prices and no real attempt to organize it. He has a workshop in the back and keeps the front door locked, and there's a sign on the door saying to call a number to get in. When you call the number, someone else answers the phone and relays the message to him to open the door. Weird place!
Anyway, on a damp foggy evening as it was getting dark, I got my husband to drive me up the road so I could take pictures out the window. I'm glad I got this one, it was the right night for this shot!
Anyway, on a damp foggy evening as it was getting dark, I got my husband to drive me up the road so I could take pictures out the window. I'm glad I got this one, it was the right night for this shot!