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This is the same window you saw . Just a diff pov. I love this old building. I wish to go inside and take photos before it is torn down and lost. I hope to go there today or tomorrow. Maybe I find a way in? but then the police building is across the street.
It been raining here every day or I got to work. So I go when I can. I hope to go to Lake Martin too. Plus I need to get my notebook up and going lol need to buy some stuff for it. I hate the keyboard and there no mouse just a flat sceen they call a mouse. Who ever made that I think is wrong in my book.
Was going to upload when I wake up and hopeing to go to Lake matin but the weather may rain so I upload now and hope I go to the lake and get that shot of a gator with his mouth open and teeth all white. it will scare me for sure But I hope to be inside my truck at the time all safe.
thanks for comments and all the votes I surpire about it. Surpise i got all the comments from my last window
Comments (54)
MagikUnicorn
COOL COOL COOOOL
avalonfaayre
I just can't resist these old buildings, either. Once I found a bunch of old magazines from the 40's in one of them. Seems like you can almost feel the atmosphere of the lives that have passed here.
drifterlee
really creative shot!
soffy
Love the light and atmosphere,a wonderful shot***
iceberg5
Incredible detail in this fascinating and wonderful photo , Jock - it just goes to show that a seemingly simple scene can make the finest of photographs -really excellent work !
palmaz
wonderful picture!
Denys234
Excellent capture!!
goodoleboy
If I didn't know better I'd say you were inside looking out on this shot. I bet the inside of the building is full of snakes, mosquitoes and all kinds of insects. Anyway, fine DOF, colors and lighting mood effects in this capture, Jock!
annie5
Love the contrast between the light and darkness! Another superb capture Jock :)
moochagoo
I love it !
claude19
The MILL The rain struck like a swarm of locusts in the desert. Accoudé on the interior edge of the window... I looked at it falling... Without stop... Without stop it fell on the panes from my attic... in Normandy... In Condé on Huisne... icy... the drops violently ran up against the surface of the river... which I saw with through the paddles... the wheel of the Mill... I did not want to leave... I refused to fight this wet icy hostility... I pestais... against the Sun absent... against Normandy far too green... Not astonishing pestais-I... this area... these meadows... can be green... with all this water which falls of the sky... forces... frozen to give you... death in any case... the bad cold... No wood, not of heating... which would have idea to store wood in full summer... in the dining room... to heat! In more of all this watery environment... wet ash... a bitter wet smell of burning...... and cold... Emmitouflé in my wool coat... go account... to carry a wool coat in summer... you realize... it is necessary a little to be stamped... or seriously patient... Not... not... I can myself not be sick... I am refrigerated... through the trees... not far from the window... I supervise... between the trunks... the river if chatoyante... sometimes... under the sunlight... It is that Normandy... of quite long main roads...... crossing immense fields discreetly... it is known... the Norman ones are rich... and skinflints... except for the ground... Which idea to have bought this water mill... to have made give in state the paddle wheel... beautiful part... of joinery... which cost me very expensive... the carpenter carpenter who rebuilt it to me... guaranteed to me that it would support its work during hundred years... think of an investment... I will never live hundred years more... or then... it is that Normandy will have preserved me well... Let us return on ground, prisoner who I am of this decayed room... wet and cold... vis-a-vis with this colossal quite extinct hearth... where a few months ago... I had roasted sweet chestnuts... I will believe myself captive of an unspecified evil spell... imprisoned in invisible bonds which weaves this rain moisture... and this river whose gently water encroaches on the banks... That will not give I to be hot... a simple sunbeam, which would heat the panes... to leave in this countryside that I adore... Makes the Sky... that these gusts stop... name of D...! Suddenly... Miracle... in front of me... A sunbeam? Ask-you... Not... much better... Good Ah?... would say of an astonished air... Yes... there is brutally sun... but moreover... A hind with its fawn... with two steps of my window... Two peaceful animals... absolutely not in alarm... The fawn head his/her mother... while this one grazes tender growths on the tree... vis-a-vis with my home... That it is beautiful... this spectacle... must I leave... But not... the sun must throw violent one glares of light on my panes... the two animals cannot see me... A sparrow... being mistaken in landing strip has been just posed on the back of the young mother... If I had my Nikon under the hand... I would take a splendid photograph... an old tree humidified by the rain... of the sun glares on its bark... a hind... a sparrow... picorant insects... in the fur of the young mother... while fixing on the film... the fawn the slipped head... twisted under the breast piece of its génitrice... which beauty... nourishing... the cycle of nature... this sparrow transporting... without the knowledge... of seeds... for future shrubs... pushing around me... which chance to admire this beauty... The spectacle is divine... the rays of the sun persist... the water which runs in parallel drains on the pane... starts to evaporate... I see this pastoral table better... I decided not to leave... the fifth Beethoven in background music would adapt perfectly to this idyllic vision... nature... reconciling me with this green area... Not having discs in this mill... it turns remains me to gently sing me in the head this splendid sequence of "Green Sun"... this film where an old man who made his time... decides to die in the sound of this music... the sight of these foliages... of these extremely coloured domes of this American forest... That I waste my time to look at this pastoral scene not...... not... I do not lose my time... that made of the good listen to nature... The bird flew away... the hind and its fawn unconsciously approached my window... the mud puddle pools... the sheets on the ground... do not seem to obstruct them... that it is beautiful... the Life of Nature... That pass-T-it... the music is done stronger... it invades all my cranium... a so beautiful music... which attacks me... I do not include/understand... - Kitten... awake-you... good blood... kitten awakes you...! One arrived soon at Condé on Huisne... go ouste... upright... one goes down... Finished the pastoral spectacle... finished the confidence of the finished hinds... audacities of the birds... We arrived... We go in the Notary... To sign... To sign the acquisition of the mill... all that for a paddle wheel... my wife has her ideas sometimes... finally... yield... one will have can be chance... which knows? Le MOULIN La pluie frappait comme un nuage de sauterelles dans le désert. Accoudé sur le rebord intérieur de la fenêtre…je la regardais tomber… Sans arrêt… Sans arrêt tombait-elle sur les vitres de ma mansarde…en Normandie… A Condé sur Huisne…glaciale…les gouttes violemment heurtaient la surface de la rivière…que je voyais au travers les aubes…la roue du Moulin… Je ne voulais sortir…je refusais de combattre cette humide hostilité glaciale… Je pestais…contre le Soleil absent…contre la Normandie par trop verdoyante… Pas étonnant pestais-je…cette région…ces prés…peuvent être verts…avec toute cette eau qui chute du ciel…violente…glacée à vous donner…la mort…la crève en tout cas… Pas de bois, pas de chauffage…qui aurait idée de stocker du bois en plein été…dans la salle à manger…pour chauffer ! En plus de toute cette ambiance aquatique…la cendre mouillée…une âcre odeur de brûlé…humide…et froid… Emmitouflé dans mon manteau de laine…rendez-vous compte…porter un manteau de laine en été…vous vous rendez compte…il faut être un peu timbré…ou gravement malade… Non…non…je me sais ne pas être malade…je suis frigorifié…à travers les arbres…non loin de la fenêtre…je surveille…entre les troncs…la rivière si chatoyante…parfois…sous la lumière du soleil… C’est ça la Normandie…de grandes routes…bien longues…traversant discrètement des champs immenses…c’est connu…les normands sont riches…et radins…sauf pour la terre… Quelle idée d’avoir acheté ce moulin à eau…avoir fait remettre en état la roue à aubes…belle pièce…de menuiserie…qui m’a coûté très cher…le menuisier charpentier qui me l’a reconstruite…m’a garanti qu’elle supporterait son travail pendant cent ans…pensez d’un investissement…je ne vivrai jamais cent ans de plus…ou alors…c’est que la Normandie m’aura bien conservé… Revenons sur terre, prisonnier que je suis de ce local vétuste…humide et froid…face à ce colossal foyer bien éteint…où il y a quelques mois…j’avais grillé des châtaignes… Je me croirai prisonnier d’un quelconque maléfice…emprisonné dans des liens invisibles que tisse cette humidité pluviale…et cette rivière dont doucement les eaux empiètent sur les berges… Que ne donnerai-je pour avoir chaud…un simple rayon de soleil, qui réchaufferait les vitres…pour sortir dans cette campagne que j’adore… Fasse le Ciel…que ces rafales s’arrêtent…nom de D… ! Soudain… Miracle…devant moi… Un rayon de soleil ? Demanderiez-vous…Non…beaucoup mieux… Ah bon ?...diriez vous d’un air étonné… Oui…il y a brutalement du soleil… mais en plus… Une biche avec son faon…à deux pas de ma fenêtre… Les deux animaux paisibles…absolument pas en alerte… Le faon tête sa mère…tandis que celle-ci broute de tendres pousses sur l’arbre…face à mon logis… Que c’est beau…ce spectacle…dois-je sortir… Mais non… le soleil doit jeter de violents éclats de lumière sur mes vitres…les deux animaux ne peuvent me voir… Un moineau…se trompant d’aire d’atterrissage vient de se poser sur le dos de la jeune mère… Si j’avais mon Nikon sous la main…je prendrais une magnifique photo…un vieil arbre humidifié par la pluie…des éclats de soleil sur son écorce…Une biche…un moineau…picorant des insectes…dans la fourrure de la jeune mère…tout en fixant sur la pellicule…le faon la tête glissée…tordue sous le poitrail de sa génitrice…quelle beauté…en train de se nourrir…le cycle de la nature…ce moineau transportant…sans le savoir…des graines…pour de futurs arbustes…poussant autour de moi…quelle chance d’admirer cette beauté… Le spectacle est divin…les rayons du soleil persistent…l’eau qui coule en rigoles parallèles sur la vitre…commence à s’évaporer …je vois mieux ce tableau champêtre… J’ai décidé de ne pas sortir…la cinquième de Beethoven en fond sonore s’adapterait parfaitement à cette vision idyllique…de la nature…me réconciliant avec cette verdoyante région… N’ayant pas de tourne disques dans ce moulin…il me reste à me chanter doucement dans la tête cette magnifique séquence de « Soleil Vert »…ce film où un vieil homme qui a fait son temps…décide de mourir au son de cette musique…la vue de ces feuillages…de ces dômes extrêmement colorés de cette forêt américaine… Que je perde mon temps à regarder cette scène champêtre…non…non…je ne perds pas mon temps…cela fait du bien d’écouter la nature… L’oiseau s’est envolé…la biche et son faon se sont inconsciemment rapprochés de ma fenêtre…les flaques de boues…les feuilles au sol…n’ont pas l’air de les gêner…que c’est beau…la Vie de la Nature… Que se passe-t-il…la musique se fait plus forte…elle envahit tout mon crâne…une si belle musique…qui m’agresse…je ne comprends pas… - Chaton…réveille-toi…bon sang…chaton réveille toi… ! On est bientôt arrivés à Condé sur Huisne…allez ouste…debout…on descend… Fini le champêtre spectacle…finie la confiance des biches…finies les audaces des oiseaux… Nous sommes arrivés…Nous allons chez le Notaire… Pour signer… Pour signer l’acquisition du moulin…tout ça pour une roue à aubes…ma femme a de ses idées parfois…enfin…cédons…on aura peut être de la chance…qui sait ?
MrsLubner
A vibrant and clear shot. Excellent quality. As for your laptop, :-) The first thing I did when I got mine was run down and buy a mouse. Those touch pads are the pits!
Richardphotos
excellent textures Jock ,and the price of a fine for trespassing could well go toward buying stuff for your camera!!
Svarg
Cool lighting on the dirty glass. Good job!
elmurray
This is a great shot. Bravo!
NefariousDrO
This is an extraordinary photo. I can see why you'd want to explore that old building. Please be careful when you do, though, we'd all hate to see something bad happen to you! Lovely capture.
koosievantutte
this one is probably even better than the previous one.
Jay-el-Jay
A nice peek in the window.Nice composition and lighting.
dtp
prefere this to the otherone
mcv
Sun on the glass contrasts nicely with the green plants and mysterious objects in the building darkness!!!
Gor111
A splendid taken photography of this fabulous looking and broken window! Wonderful really!!!
HERBshines
If U took this at f 2,8, wide open, UR depth of field is zero. However, love the fotos, and, tip for U: the walls of the buildings, is awesome too, usual hides great textures great for grapic backgrounds ETC.. BRAVO!!!!!!.
figharo
Love the various transparencies! Great catch!
dorothylee
I love abandoned buildings, they make for some great shots. I really love the lighting here and the glowing green of the leaves. Great capture!