Southern nostalgia

southern aesthetic waffle house

~ abandoned railroad siding ~ a viceroy butterfly, orange leaded glass and rows of wary eyes naturally suspicious settles on the slate-grey rail flexes its wings, nonchalant ~ as the black bear wh…

One summer evening, my husband and I got in our old truck and drove down a remote dirt road. We drove and drove and drove and didn't see a soul. I always wonder where the telephone poles go--no one seems to live out here. We explored the backroads for almost four hours and didn't see a single person. We saw abandoned farm equipment and an old truck but no people. As the sun was setting I jumped out of the truck and took this photo of the country road. I thought it was just a nice country…