You are the Girl that Waves at Trains.

I could look at pictures of Russian trains for hours. Add to that - Soviet propaganda posters, old vodka labels, architecture...I think I may be in love with Russia.

I'm not sure why I have always been drawn to the aesthetic of such a dreary, at times impoverished looking place... Perhaps I'm manic depressive and need to see a doctor.

Little Blue Chair on a Frozen Pond.

This is the saddest, rickety old chair I think I've ever seen.

At the same time, it makes me smile each time I pass by it.

Look at it out there on the ice, patiently awaiting it's inevitable fate. Damn, I need to learn meditation skills like that.

A House Called Precious

I came across a great set on Flickr tonight of this great, abandoned Victorian house that the photographer has named Precious. Why not take a tour of it?

The First of Many Creepy Places to Come...

On a country drive today, my ma and I came across a few creepy abandoned houses.
The first house, above, wasn't as much scary as it was horribly depressing. I just don't understand how a house gets left to rot. Why not sell it? Sell the land? Why leave it to turn into a mushroom? I have a feeling it has to do with some sort of stubborn streak from the former, and likely dead, owner. I see it as a way for the old bastard to live on and give a big fuck you to the neighbors around him with his big, scary, rodent infested, resale value depleting, rotten house. I'll have to remember this when I'm an old lady in case I ever have issues with our local town folk.

The second place was WAY more terrifying and was more of a fuck you from Satan himself. It had the tattered curtains, and likely all of the furnishings, still inside. If only I could have found a way in there and pilfered all of the treasures that must be inside. Too bad they'd be full of ghosts and curses and dried blood and guts from several murders that must have happened in there.





This is the sort of abandoned house that looks like it was fled in a real hurry during a demon infested foggy evening...

The Barred Owls of Pres'quile

Our new favorite past-time this winter is hanging out with our new owl friends at Pres'quile. They're around almost every time we go, waiting to pose for the hardcore photographers that hang out at the park. (These people have $10,000 bazooka-sized cameras and most of them wear full camouflage). The owls seem to eat up the attention and come extraordinarily close to the gaggle of gawkers on the side of the road and rotate their heads, a la The Exorcist, for hours while these people snap thousands of pictures. They are pretty amazing to watch though. They kind of remind me of my cat Einar and I just wish one would fly down, land on my arm, and snuggle for a while.

Enjoy the pictures my husband took with his not-so-bazooka-sized equipment...

Oh The Lovely US Border Towns...

I am obsessed with this Flickr group right now. Searching through some of these pictures is really getting me motivated to plan out my Operation USA: Shit Sty Towns road trip. If anyone has any tips of great thrift stores in crap US towns like Niagara Falls, Flint, Watertown, Syracuse, Rochester, etc, please email me! I will be forever grateful to anyone with tips.