Abandoned

March 05, 2014  •  Leave a Comment


One of the perks of living in Southwest Virginia is the rural aspect; something left abandoned usually remains untouched except by nature’s hand, it’s mysteriously captivating sometimes. From lone automobiles in an open field with that barn or tree in the background to that old house sitting in the woods alone where the trees reclaim what once was theirs. Riding around today with my cousin we scouted out various locations to take photos of what once was live with life, now fallen silent due to abandonment.  Talking about how folks around here won’t sell you an old car, claiming they are going to restore it only to see it twenty years down the road too far gone to restore, it hit reinforced my thoughts about a blog post I was going to make with the 1973 Gremlin X Levi Edition.

1973 Gremlin X Levi Edition1973 Gremlin X Levi Edition
When I was photographing this car, sitting lonely in the hollow that once was full of abandoned cars; this one was the last one sitting alone in the corner of a small field. I thought about why it was left here, full of miscellaneous stuff that could be junk or valuables. Abandoned, left at the mercy of nature and time, slowly wasting away.



To me when I see something abandoned, I feel like that’s how we are with our dreams that we so desperately want. Most of us take them so far; try to keep them maintained but sometimes they breakdown and die. We claim that we will restore that dream, in some cases we do restore them but most times we put our efforts inside our abandoned dreams to let them waste away just like the objects in an abandoned car until there is no hope in resurrecting them. Only to look back in regret for letting time pass us by as we tried to make it day to day in our life, too scared to take on the challenges that our dreams possessed. Scared that we could not keep it running or get it running again if we hit a wall. That’s when most folks decide to leave it abandoned lonely in a field with other dreams where time will slowly wash them away. Never attempting to restore that dream though they claim, “one day, one day I will do it.”

An abandoned house sitting beside a flooded field. Its reflection looks like a water dreamy water painting.


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