window to the past

In today's travels, I found this remains of a stone house off an old road outside Filmore. I pulled in the grassy, overgrown drive and got out to look at what was once someone's home. This view is from the outside, looking in through the window. It sort of felt as if someone was looking back at me.

another time

Another day, another drive. Again, somewhere in the middle of somewhere, I came to a corner where the shell of a church was left standing. My mind went to a time of families arriving by horse and carriage. Dirt roads, dusty air.

A crumbled past...

Driving somewhere north/northwest of Ozaukee County, I took a turn down a road that had no markings or signs. I wasn't even sure it was an actual road. I couldn't help but stop for this photo. Once this building stood solid. For how long? Why did someone stop using it? Was it empty when it crumbled? Was anyone around when it finally fell? What did it hold? Why weren't there any other buildings around? What happened to everyone and everything?

I don't understand these people

There are milk cartons all over this house ... and no one is tossing them to me and making me chase after them. They are just ignoring me. What's the use of having great cartons when people just go about their business and let me sit here. I have been sitting here for over five minutes (I think).

Well at least I'm not locked outside with that German Shepard bitch. She is soooo bossy. If anyone throws food to us she gets it all EVERY TIME. I don't know.... one of us even pooped all over my dog house to claim it....was that me, I don't remember.
See that Chewies box, yeah I have them hidden all over the house. They give them to me and I hide them....I don't really know why, it's a cultural imperative for Jack Russell mixes I think. Dang I wish I was chasing a milk carton.