I love old stuff. Other than the old stuff on my body like my knees, my back, my brain, my ability to run, jump and recover.
Not too far away from my house is a nice big field that used to be someone's homestead 100+ years ago. I have snuck over the barbed wire fence a few times to risk capturing this place.
There's an old house, a well, and several shack's that where used for whatever. This place is magical to me. It's beautiful. And they tell me someone bought the land and they're going to tear everything down and build some retail slab all over it.
Chrissie Hynde said it best, "ALL MY FAVORITE PLACES
MY CITY HAD BEEN PULLED DOWN
REDUCED TO PARKING SPACES
A, O, WAY TO GO OHIO"
This field is a natural museum. It's a piece of Texas history that you can't just bulldoze and still claim you have a soul.
I have taken pictures of every building on the property so that at least the memory of this place and those who lived and loved here won't be paved over.