Just an uninhabited house by the side of the road in West Virginia.
Midwestern advertising on a funnel cake stand at a small town county fair in Indiana. To bring some international perspective, in most Turkish villages I think there would be no need for the encouragement written on this lady’s apron. One time I went out and visited a village around here with my wife, and the first thing the ladies of the village did was to take her down and weigh her on the grain scale. I guess to see if she was plump enough. No word on the verdict.
Of course in Turkey people don’t have the option of getting plump on corn dogs and funnel cakes. The midwesterners have the advantage there.
So this is a little creepy, but probably not creepier than that song. Santa Claus was watching from both of these windows when we visited Ellicott City, Maryland. Ellicott City is a place that has plenty of Americana feel to it, plenty of antique and vintage stores, but it was still strange to see this in the windows … in the middle of May.
The outer wall of an abandoned warehouse in Belington, West Virginia features a helpful list of all the things they used to sell there.
Presumably we are still allowed to enter by way of the huge gaping hole to the left side of the door.
This is an abandoned car to be found in the train yard of Belington, West Virginia, some distance from Wheeling.
Well, it took long enough, but I have finally uploaded some images from our visits to America here on the site. Here’s a selection, featuring images from Maryland, Indiana and West Virginia. I’ve included some textured and vintage-styled shots of architecture, nature, trains, and of course doors. These are also available for purchase as fine art prints. Enjoy!
Here’s another image from America, taken on a hurried personal photo walk through downtown Annapolis, Maryland, just before getting drenched by a thunderstorm. I like it because it has something Turkey doesn’t have – fractional house numbering. In Turkey, when new residences pop up in between old ones, they use the more direct method of coming around and renumbering all the houses. So when you go down a village street, you find doors with a couple of old numbers crossed out and the new one painted on, in a different color. The same thing regularly happens to street numbers, making it all the more impressive that parcel delivery men can ever do their job with the efficiency that they do.
Of course, it helps to remember that “historic” Annapolis is maybe 300 years old, while historic Ankara, for example, dates back at least a couple of millennia. Beauty, heritage and organization – all in the eye of the beholder.