Diamonds in the Rough

The two photos above are of a building at the intersection of Providence and East River roads. I love this place and can hardly resist busting through that door that's ajar whenever I drive by. (Chesapeake Bay Daughter's BFF lives down Providence Road, so I pass by here frequently. Every single time I have to use restraint.)

Trespassing, however, would be a most unattractive addition to my resume at this stage of my life.

Below is a house that sits back off Old Garden Creek Road.

And here's a closer shot of that attic window.

I'm more motivated than ever (in spite of all that I have going on) to photograph these old places.

 A couple of weeks ago, a tiny shed that I admired off Route 3/Windsor Road (just before you get to the cemetery) was torn down and burned.

I almost drove off the road when I saw it reduced to a pile of embers.  I'd become so accustomed to admiring it and telling myself I was gonna pull in there sometime and ask permission to take pictures. Now it's too late.

These are the times when my proclivity to procrastinate really bothers me.

So, in between commuting to and from my paying job; shuttling kids to and from sports events; working on the book; maintaining a house (which is missing one exterior shutter and has some siding hanging off thanks to a recent storm); and keeping the grass and shoreline cut to a point that we don't wake up one morning and find ourselves swinging from the top of a giant beanstalk that suddenly sprouted--well, keeping up with all these old places will be tough.

But I vow to try.

Have a great weekend that doesn't involve dangling siding; out-of-control yard growth; missing shutters and favorite places reduced to burning embers.