old field farms


Vernal Equinox

It wasn’t the date, or the sunny day, or the somewhat mild temperature that made it feel like spring today, it was my evening walk to the bog.

I love evening walks. I especially love them after dinner on summer evenings, but this time of year they are just as sweet after work. I felt my body ease up, my mind settle down and connect with the rural landscape; the old farm fields, the stream, the trees.

I could smell it; a little bit of breath coming up from the earth. It made me want to get down on my hands and knees and push my nose into the ground, dig my fingers into the soil.

I have been waiting, and I have been patient, and now I am ready.

I am reuniting with a long lost love and it is so very good.


Abandoned house in Washington, Illinois. Didn’t go inside because, as you can see in the second to last photo, the floor is a lie and probably would have caved into the cellar (basement?) if anything so much as sneezed on it, let alone tried to walk on it. This was the first time I got to visit an abandoned place so the photos may not be so great, but the experience was perfect and I wanted to have something to remember it by. The setting was pretty quiet and peaceful despite the thunderstorm that had been trying to kill us, and I’m a sucker for anything overgrown. Not to mention that I got to share it with my best friend when I went to see her for the first time <3

Unfortunately I don’t know anything at all about the place, my trip wasn’t long enough to spend time researching it, but maybe next time I’m in the area!