Today I was able to go home and see my mom. It was nice to be back, but also kind of sad. Our house is officially sold and she will be moving soon. I know I am away most of the time, but that house was home and it was hard to see things being packed up. I had to pack up part of my room also and it was weird. It is hard saying good bye to a place that has been home for years and where so many memories have taken place. The entire area holds memories. The fields, woods, and roads are home too. As we drove back from the new house where she will be moving we saw this burned up combine. It was a prototype that obviously failed quite badly. It was an interesting sight to see. And I sit here and try to form some profound connection between home and a burned combine and I can’t. This photo is just another photo of what I call home and what soon will not be home.
Down a road I’ve traveled but a few times, I found the remaining structure of what was once a home. Burned down to only its frame. Charred on the sides burning all but the boards & memories. What happened here? Who was affected? Was anyone lost or hurt? What now, for those that have lost? Fire is devastating, possibly runing forever anything that stands in its way.
This photo was taken inside the home, shooting through what was once a window, a barrel was the only color left behind, besides the changing leaves from the fall air.