Once upon a Friday morning, Mathews Mark took me on a little drive around town in search of places to photograph. This was very exciting for me, because I'm not used to having a driver when I
trespass am out taking pictures. Mark isn't just a driver, he's a walking encyclopedia of knowledge about this county.
He obtained permission for us to visit a house which dates back to the 1700s and has been in the same family for who knows how many years. After driving down a long, wooded lane, we were greeted by this chimney from the original kitchen, a separate structure from the main dwelling. The sun was shining just so through the trees.
While I spent about 10 minutes taking pictures of this beautiful chimney, Mathews Mark
wondered why on Earth anyone would want a picture of a pile of bricks went to talk to the property owner who was out in the yard.
Although we had permission to be on the property, we did not receive 100% clearance to post photos of the house on the internet, so to be safe I'm just going to show you a few glimpses of the yard, including the one below of the lovely creek out back. This was taken as we were walking to the family cemetery, which contains the grave of a man who helped build Poplar Grove, another historic Mathews estate.
Next, we hopped in the truck and drove down below Port Haywood to a rather desolate lane that was loaded with old, abandoned houses, some of which were barely visible from the road.
One of these houses happened to be for sale, so we pulled in to take a look around.
Mathews Mark happens to know the owner of this property too, so between that and the house being up for sale
technically we were still trespassing we felt reasonably sure it would be OK to snap a few photos.
Below is one of my favorites from a cute little
closet bedroom upstairs.
The house below represents yet another pit stop along that same desolate road. Unfortunately I couldn't get as close to this gorgeous house as I'd have liked because I was wearing flip flops. These aren't just any flip flops either. They're flip flops with a heel on them. Because I am just that much of a slave to fashion that I must wear heeled flip flops on a photo outing in the
jungles woods of Mathews County.
Jumping ditches and maneuvering through briars is way more difficult in flip flops, fyi.
Jumping ditches and maneuvering through briars in flip flops with heels is just plain ridiculous. FYI.
Isn't this window precious? Is it even possible for a window to be precious?
After our little jaunt around town we returned to my
disaster house where I showed Mathews Mark several projects I'm hoping he can help me with.
All in all it was a very productive outing even if I was wearing improper footwear.
Thank you, Mathews Mark - I can't wait for the next excursion!
If anyone out there owns property in Mathews and would like it
plastered all over the internet photographed and featured on this crazy little blog, just e-mail me at ChesapeakeBayWoman@gmail.com. Nothing would make me happier than to be able to legally trespass photograph your place and preserve it for posterity. Of particular interest to me are the older buildings and houses, but beggars can't be choosers I'm open to anything. Including brown and pink plaid Rocket Dog flip flops--with heels.
(They were on clearance and were so
ugly cheap they were practically giving them away.)