A lovely photo of our past. I too, love old buildings and always try to imagine the use and activities around them. Thanks for your attraction to the beauty of our past.
Nothing warms me heart like an old, tin roof. I sometimes describe old rusting tin as having a veneer of cinnamon dusting it. That's what it looks like to me, and then I think of my mom's cinnamon toast. The brain works in mysterious ways.
In my years in the insurance business, driving all over the state of South Carolina and even in East Tennessee, I saw so many of these, and they all seem to tell a story. They were served the Lord here in Kansas now how often think of my home and the way it was there.
A lovely photo of our past. I too, love old buildings and always try to imagine the use and activities around them. Thanks for your attraction to the beauty of our past.
Old tin roofs are comfortable--like worn slippers. Love it!
Nothing warms me heart like an old, tin roof. I sometimes describe old rusting tin as having a veneer of cinnamon dusting it. That's what it looks like to me, and then I think of my mom's cinnamon toast. The brain works in mysterious ways.
Cinnamon toast works for me, Tom:-))
Beautiful photo. I feel like I am there.
Love that roof! And the bush. You know there are people, who know of your search for rusty roofs, and think you’re nuts, right?
yep:-)))))
In my years in the insurance business, driving all over the state of South Carolina and even in East Tennessee, I saw so many of these, and they all seem to tell a story. They were served the Lord here in Kansas now how often think of my home and the way it was there.