Dust In The Wind

You see houses like this all across the Ozark Mountains. Built decades ago, but now empty and abandoned. The metal roof has turned orange with rust, the wooden siding turned gray by time and weather. The people moved out long ago, for whatever reason. Now a few different critters have snuck in to claim the space for themselves.



The old house sits along an unpaved road, close enough that the dust that is kicked up by passing cars or trucks have coated the porch with a thick layer of dirt and grime. An old chair also sits on the porch, one that perhaps used to be the favorite spot of an old granny who would sit and watch the cars or time pass by. They are gone but the chair remains, covered with a layer of dust like a blanket.





After taking a few pictures I headed back to the car and drove off, kicking off more dust that silently drifted over and settled on the old house.