A nice Marquette County blend of house reds.
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A MEDLEY OF REDS
Posted: September 25, 2013 in Architecture, Details, Doors, Ishpeming, Negaunee, Old buildings, Old Houses, Photography, Red, Structures, Upper Michigan, Wabi Sabi, WindowsTags: I've been battling inner ear wierdness which means that I scuttled sideways through TWO major airports this weekend like a zombie crab. Wasn't pretty.
MORE WABI SABI NEGAUNEE
Posted: August 26, 2013 in Architecture, Bricks, Deserted, Details, Doors, Negaunee, Photography, Rust, Upper Michigan, Wabi Sabi, WindowsLast post was approaching The Rustaliscious Resale and Architectural Oddities Shop from the left and now this building is just to the RIGHT of that shop. I don’t remember the real street name, but I think it should be Wabi Sabi Way.
In three days of questing and snooping and perhaps a certain degree of trespassing (shhhhh!) Karen and I were questioned only once as to what we were doing and that was behind this building. A friendly guy in his 20’s with the air of a co-conspirator said “Taking pictures for the judge?”
I smiled. Karen winked. We kept shooting.
WABI SABI NEGAUNEE
Posted: August 25, 2013 in Architecture, Bricks, Deserted, Details, Doors, Negaunee, Old Houses, Photography, Structures, Wabi Sabi, WindowsTags: Good news! No pigeons here!
BECAUSE ONCE IS NEVER ENOUGH
Posted: August 21, 2013 in Architecture, Details, Fences, Negaunee, Photography, Rust, Wabi SabiTags: Architectural salvage, Resale shop
BEHIND THE RESALE SHOP
Posted: August 19, 2013 in Architecture, Details, Fences, Negaunee, Old Houses, Old Wood, Photography, Rust, Upper Michigan, Wabi SabiTags: Good news! No pigeons here!
In Negaunee.
I should have been patient and set the scene for these pieces with some street and building shots, but I started to play with a few close-ups and the next thing I knew…
So, I’ll show you the street next time. This was the rear yard of a resale shop connected with the community theatre. Had I worked for days, I couldn’t have set up finer groupings. Treasures. Everywhere you looked: treasures.
What’s this?
If I remember correctly, part of an old street lamp.
Lastly, a close-up of the guys from the larger picture above. I swear they are in a pub and singing. Singing what, you ask?
“One, two and three Jolly Coachmen, sat in an English Tavern. And they decided, and they decided, and they decided…to have another flagon!”