I’ve driven past hundreds of times, in all light and weather, trying to catch what this old roadhouse is mumbling. Yesterday I thought someone, maybe a country workcrew had sprayed the grass in front with fluorescent blue paint. When I stopped later that afternoon and walked up close, the blue revealed itself to be wild violets. Like a chunk of the sky blow down at the feet of this abandoned dream. (Photo is RAW, no post-processing except resize for web and copyright txt.)
Abandoned roadhouse, trailers out back, April 2014 SW Wisconsin
Driftless World 
The house certainly looks intriguing. All sorts of stories there, I’m sure.
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Isnt it? In a few more weeks when the trees and bushes leaf out it will be almost completely hidden, like a mysterious clue to some untold story! Thanks for your comment & for stopping by.
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