Old Stuff

I love old stuff ... not necessarily fine old antiques or collectibles, but just old STUFF. Things that have been abandoned and left to spend the rest of their days collecting dust and spider webs in old barns and houses and churches ... or left standing in an overgrown field along a roadside, hidden from view by tangled vines and tall grass.

During my ramblings, I always notice these old relics and buildings and try to preserve them in my pictures where they will forever be as they are -- sometimes standing proud, though battered ... sometimes "ramshackledy" and leaning ... and oftentimes, mostly "gone with the wind" ... but, always, always, so full of character and stories. If only they could talk.

I'm going to let the pictures speak for themselves.

And my favorite "old stuff" ... the Windsor Ruins

Rusty Things

My passion for photography has literally opened up a new world for me. I love rambling with my camera, preferably off the beaten path, and taking pictures of simple everyday things that catch my eye ... from wildflowers, to old dilapidated barns and houses, to cows or goats grazing in a field, or hummingbirds at my feeder.

I see beauty in things that I didn't even notice before ... like rusty old plows, long abandoned and covered with weeds on the side of a road, or old barns with their rusty tin roofs adding a blaze of color to a pasture.

Some people may look at these things and just see "junk," but I think they have a unique beauty, and I can't help but wonder about the stories behind them.

While organizing some of my photos recently, I discovered that I have quite a few pictures of "rusty things," some old and some new, and I want to share them today. Can you see the beauty in them, or do they just look like "junk" to you?

As a postscript, I would like to share the following comment from my sweet blogging friend, Rachel of Lawn Tea. Rachel is blessed with a God-given way of putting words together that never ceases to amaze, awe, inspire, and delight me. I hope you will visit Rachel and see for yourself why I love her writing. I'm sure "Lawn Tea" will become one of your favorite places, too. Here are Rachel's thoughts about "rusty things." "Just beautiful, Janie, and a fount of memories. All the colors of Time and its toll, on machinery and decoration and a steeple that's like an ornate dark wedding cake, as well as the foundations of farming. You've captured all the standards of our country: Home and family and religion and patriotism and good hard work. My favorite, I think, is the reaper/flag/swingset, with its message all in one frame. Rust is one of the most beautiful stages in life---labor done, with only a languishing beauty left, and that's enough."

Highway 61 North: A Glimpse Back in Time

My post for today picks up where I ended my story yesterday -- on Highway 61 North, about 35 miles north of Vicksburg. If you haven't read yesterday's post and would like to, you can click here.

After leaving the hills of Vicksburg, Highway 61 is as about as flat and straight as a road can be, cutting through the heart of hundreds of thousands of acres of fertile Delta farmlands, literally stretching as far as the eye can see. It is also known as "the Blues Highway," because legend has it that blues music was born in the cotton fields and "juke joints" of the Mississippi Delta.

I love the Delta, because no matter how many times I go, I always find new and interesting things (to me, anyway) to capture with my camera. But on this trip, time was limited and I was "on a mission."

I recently saw a photo of an old gas pump covered with vines which was taken by my friend Marty Kittrell of Vicksburg. I loved the picture and Marty graciously told me where I could find the gas pump if I wanted to go photograph it. Now, I know that a rusty old gas pump probably doesn't sound exciting, but I love a challenge and I wanted to get a picture of that gas pump!

Since we were so close to the tiny Delta community where the pump was, we decided to try to find it. After driving around for a while with no luck, I was almost ready to give up. But as we passed by this old building ...

I saw it under the shed! -- just a glimpse of orange hidden amongst tangled vines and rusty old equipment (you'll probably have to click on the photo to enlarge it to see it).

I was delighted that we found it, but cautiously approached the shed, looking for snakes and dogs and any other dangers that could have been lurking in the weeds. This is what I saw as I got closer ...

If you enlarge the picture, you can see the price of gas back "in the good old days."

Can you remember when gas was 25 cents a gallon? Well, I couldn't, so I "googled" it and discovered that it was in 1960, so that makes this old gas pump at least 49 years old!

Here's another old pump that still stands beside the highway. It shows gas at 40 cents a gallon, which was probably during the '70s. Notice the old chair and the broom propped up behind the pump. It looks as if its owner just walked away for a minute.

I love this old "service station," and I bet they even checked your oil and cleaned your windows without being asked.

I wouldn't take anything for these pictures of the gas pumps. They took me back in time for a while, to a place where the world seemed to be a kinder, gentler place.

Speaking of kinder, gentler ... I love this old country church which stands across the street from the "service station."

This beautiful monument is beside the church, and features the Ten Commandments engraved in stone.

One of the things I love most about the church is its steeple and old bell (I guess that's actually two things) ...

Upon closer inspection, I could read the words, "Nitta Yuma Plantation," engraved across the front of the bell.

I "googled" the plantation and found that its owners had ties with the Vick family, who were among the first settlers of Vicksburg. One of the things I love about going out and taking pictures of all these places ... and, yes, even old gas pumps! ... is that I learn a little bit about them. And that's always a good thing.

It was time to turn around and head back to Vicksburg, but I couldn't pass through Rolling Fork without getting a picture of "the red barn." I've taken pictures of it on previous photo shoots, but had never captured the full length of this beautiful old Delta landmark.

Isn't it magnificent! Here is a close up I took around the end of August, when I went up to the Delta to take pictures of sunflowers.

The barn is one of the sites being considered for the South Delta Interpretive Center, which will provide information about the Delta, its culture, and its history.

Another Delta landmark that I can never resist capturing with my camera when I'm in the Delta, is this gorgeous plantion home called Mont Helena.

You can click here if you would like to read about Mont Helena, and see more pictures of it.

I hope you enjoyed seeing this small glimpse of the Delta through my camera lens. I'm going to go back again soon when the cotton fields are defoliated and ready for harvesting. They are truly awesome and look like "Mississippi snow," as far as the eye can see. I wanted to get some pictures yesterday, but it had rained earlier in the day and the cotton bolls were soggy and droopy -- not a pretty picture!