Scott

Just east of North Little Rock (if that makes sense), is the small town of Scott. Fewer than 100 people live in Scott now, but the little community contains a plethora of old and historic buildings. That includes this old church, which has long been abandoned. I've been wanting to get pictures here for while, but it is so overgrown in front that the building is almost impossible to see (let alone get close to) most of the year.



Just above the door is a sign that reads: "Mine House Shall Be Called An House of Prayer For All People."



The front door of the church was rusty, but open.



And the inside of the church. Tiles from the drop ceiling have fallen onto the scattered pews below, along with stray insulation and other random debris. Plastic flowers by the altar give a fake and fleeting glimpse of life inside the dust-covered interior of the sanctuary.



Heading south from Scott, you pass through "Pecan Alley," a road lined with century-old pecan trees.



And one more shot of the road, this time taken while using the new fisheye lens.



Since I was in the area, I decided to visit a few other abandoned churches that I've stopped at numerous times before in the past. The first church is still in decent condition, even if the bushes are overgrown and the open door allows wasps and critters free access to the interior of the church.



The other church is in worse condition. Unfortunately, it looks like the roof could imminently collapse (I wasn't brave enough to go inside).



The church was once called "Paradise Church."



And one last shot, of a set of metal silos that were reflected in the waters of a large rain puddle.