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Monday, February 1, 2010


Many times while riding along our Alabama country roads, you'll see remnants of old shacks and barns that have been abandoned or just plain neglected. With time, kudzo, trees, and other vegetation grow up around these structures to the point that they appear to be playing a game of "hide and seek" with you.

Obviously, they become more evident as the seasons change, but come summer time when the woods are lush with new green growth, you won't even notice these old shacks.

This one appears to be playing "peek a boo". This pic was taken during the summer, and if you were to ride by this place two weeks later, you probably wouldn't even see it. The kudzu grows so fast, it would be completely covered by then.

It's really been too cold to get out and ride and besides, I've spent all weekend diving through my files and paperwork trying to get ready for the tax man. Do you think I could pass one of these off as my place of residence so I can get a break from Uncle Sam? Pffffffft. Didn't think so.

Have a great week everybody!

Lady R


mq01 said...

great pics ladyR!!! i'd take anything that would help with uncle sam at the moment...lol... :)

Kathleen Jennette said...

Once again... take me there!

Webster World said...

Those are cool places. Makes me wonder about life in those old homes from the time they were built until they were abandoned. And of course is there an old Harley tucked away. Better yet a Crocker Hemi. Now that would be cool.

Canajun said...

I agree, when the trees are nothing but bones it's amazing what you can see that you never knew existed before.

Willy D said...

Actually, I’d take any of those places. A shack, a Coleman stove and a bike. What more do you need?

Lady R (Di) said...

mq01... How about a big stick! Uncle needs an attitude adjustment... maybe it's coming.

KT... I'll have to sit down and figure out how many weeks you need to stay here so we can see everything we want to see! LOL!

Webster... wouldn't that be a nice find! Maybe I better stop to inspect these old shacks a little more carefully! My imagine runs away with me too. It's interesting to think about who might have lived there... and it could be someone we all know.

I look directly to my left and right sometimes while riding and you can see right through the trees, deep into the woods, for those split seconds. It's amazing what you can really see.

Willy D... maybe someone to cuddle with.!

redbone said...

i like the winter ONLY because the trees have lost their leaves and let's you see the hidden treasures that we ride by in the summer without knowing they are there.

Dean "D-Day" said...

I think it's amazing that we can see the beauty in these old shacks whereas someone else just sees roadside blight. Great pics Di.

irondad said...

There are a bunch of those kinds of places scattered in the plains of far eastern Oregon. I always wonder what the stories are behind the abandoned homesteads.

Mr. Motorcycle said...

Cool pics. Those kind of things make great eye candy while riding. They really get your mind going.

Lady R (Di) said...

redbone... it's pretty cool how many times you can notice new stuff... running over old ground. Keeps it fun.

Dean... I couldn't agree with you more... Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It helps if our attitude is right, and riding certainly helps that!

Irondad... I imagine wagon trains of homesteaders, staking their claims and making a fresh start in life. "If walls could talk"... these old structures would definitely have some stories to tell.

Mr. M... at the risk of sounding crazy... I can entertain myself while riding along quite sufficiently. I can let my imagination play, making therapy rides much more interesting.

Speaking of therapy... I think I'm due for an appointment.

WooleyBugger said...

I'm like the rest of you as I wonder all the time about places like these, who lived there, what were they like, what stories and life they might of lived. Around holidays I see places abandoned and think about how excited the people must have been when building the place, all the Christmas's and thanksgivings, birthdays, family dinners and so on. Let me ask you this, have you ever been in one of those places and walked through the door and maybe looked out the windows and said to yourself: "Somebody else that lived here has looked out this very same window and gone through this very door, I wonder what they were like?"