Hey all. It's way been a while. But this weekend I re-visited one of the first places I ever explored and thought I'd share some photos.
2017:
Falling to pieces by
M Raven, on Flickr
Shot through by
M Raven, on Flickr
2012:
Flood house, September 2012 by
M Raven, on Flickr
Front porch by
M Raven, on Flickr
One of the most startling things about this house, for me, has been a weird sense that it could still be inhabited. The siding remains a cheery, unblemished yellow in person. and we stood outside, and circled it, several times the first year. Stones had been thrown through every window, the front porch was falling off the house, and the door was open, and the surrounding area is so remote and silent that everybody in the state could have just died while we were out there. If you're very still and the wind isn't blowing you can hear the deep hum of two power plants and another factory just across the river.
Now, though I failed to go back to a vantage where I could get a picture of it, the roofline is visibly bowing as a support wall inside slowly sinks into the basement. We didn't go inside. Only about half the floor on the ground level is even somewhat in tact and I didn't want to fall into the cellar with the rest of it.
2016:
Sinking by
M Raven, on Flickr
That shot is through this door, which in 2012 was stuck closed so we went in through the sagging porch up front. At present, that buckshot door is laying askew on the concrete steps leading up to it.
2012:
Door and buckshot by
M Raven, on Flickr
Back in '12, though, we went all over.
2012:
Front room by
M Raven, on Flickr
The front room of the house (that side door is right behind those stairs).
2012:
Rear door by
M Raven, on Flickr
2012:
New growth by
M Raven, on Flickr
The back room of the house, which is now pretty much entirely in the basement. That tree didn't get much of a chance, I'd wager.
2012:
Basement and water line. by
M Raven, on Flickr
A high layer of mud in the basement and a visible water line.
2012:
Bathroom by
M Raven, on Flickr
What's left of the bathroom, now also collapsed into the basement.
2012:
Girl's room by
M Raven, on Flickr
2012:
Last rites by
M Raven, on Flickr
2012:
Consolette by
M Raven, on Flickr
A girl's bedroom, painted pink with a cloudy blue ceiling. The 'Consolette' was a 'portable professional hair dryer'.
2016:
Weathered window (and door) by
M Raven, on Flickr
2016:
Girl's room by
M Raven, on Flickr
2016:
Settle by
M Raven, on Flickr
Pink boards laying in the basement.
2012:
Mattress by
M Raven, on Flickr
2012:
Child's room by
M Raven, on Flickr
2012:
Tot Finder by
M Raven, on Flickr
The other upstairs bedroom, perhaps belonging to a young boy?
2016:
Tot finder by
M Raven, on Flickr
2016:
Sleep well by
M Raven, on Flickr
I'm not sure when this mattress came downstairs. I don't think there was a mattress here four and a half years ago.
2012:
Old faithful by
M Raven, on Flickr
An old tractor on a corner not far from the house.
2016:
Us by
M Raven, on Flickr
2016:
Remote by
M Raven, on Flickr
I'm glad she's still out here. There are quite a number of houses from this summer that have been demolished, sometimes within months of our visit. There's one in particular from later this same day, farther into Illinois, that had so much stuff left in it... I would have loved to have come back for better photos, or to examine the old mail and papers to see if I could piece together at least when it was last lived in, but it vanished within half a year. I would have liked to have known its story... there wasn't any evidence of modern indoor plumbing apart from the pump sink in the kitchen, though electric lights had been wired in, and among the detritus I found old cell-phone bills. Alas. I know better now than to expect I'll be able to go back to a place.
Happy new year everyone