Once upon a time, this prairie house had been grand and on a good spread of farming land. It has been left behind and nature has taken over. The horrific ice storm last December stripped and splintered the trees. The house still stands, a reminder of what it had been. The house and land sits on the rolling prairies near a two lane state highway in between long stretches to small towns. At one time, this had been a farmer’s dream where there had been hard work by both the farmer and his wife. There, children were born and raised under the great expanse of the Kansas sky and the forever-meandering hills. Life lived and now a memory.
The basement was under the back porch. So in threatening weather, it was out of the house and fields into the basement. And a place for storage and canned foodstuffs. As I peered into the gaping hole leading down, there was a reflection in the dark. Two bright pin points that appeared to be eyes. I didn’t investigate, shot some photos while keeping an eye down there. But the small bright orbs didn’t move.
A window of the back porch facing the west, rolling prairies and hills. I was fascinated with this house and land and captured many photograph perspectives. I had posted a photo of the fallen windmill in “Rust Perspectives”, a photo of the house that was made into a double called “Old House Double”, and a photo of the back porch “Back Porch View”. There, in the open and sunshine, it felt right and like home to me. I surmise that at one time, this place and land had been well loved and tended.
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Preston Surface
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Nice in b/w. I had a cellar like that in my childhood house in central Illinois. A food cellar doubled as a tornado celar.
Hi Bo. I grew up in Texas. There weren’t any basements under houses but there were outside cellars dug into the ground. It wasn’t until living in Missouri and Kansas that I got to experience basements and cellars. LOL Now I photograph them.
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