I was so excited by finding my Free Baptism sign that I completely forgot about taking this picture on Saturday. Initially, I pulled off the road to take a picture of this little, dilapidated house. This sort of thing, this rural abandon, fascinates me. I enjoy the whole urban abandon thing as well, but there is something about the decaying structures, the abundant Appalachian supply of them, that really strikes a chord with me.
I try not to think about it too much. It makes me sad, so I try not to think about the fact that this was once someone’s home. That it was full of laughter, sadness, growth, and hope. I try not to see these houses as the unseen side of big coal’s pillaging, plundering, and leaving. That would be interjecting my own politics into a simple amateur photo. It could simply be a case of someone building a new home and letting the old one go. It could be an elderly man who could no longer keep up with home maintenance living alone perched up on his rock like I imagine in my head. It could have just been a shack, a feed shed, or a fancy chicken coop.
I guess I’ll never know the real truth. I’ll just call this one a home because the building material, if you look very closely, says so.