Blacksmith Shop

This is the old blacksmith shop in Armstrong Creek, WI.  in all 4 seasons.  I wanted to give some history on this building, but I can’t find any.  If I ever do though, I’ll post it.

Spring

Summer

Fall

Winter

4 Seasons Barn

This barn belongs to a friend of mine who lives just a few miles away.  This is another of the old builidings in the area that fascinate me and I thought it would be an excellent subject to photograph in all 4 seasons.

Spring

Summer

Fall

Winter

4 Seasons Manure Spreader

This frame is all that’s left of an old manure spreader that sits on the site of an old homestead in the woods behind our house.  The following pics are shots that I’ve taken of it in all 4 seasons.

Spring

Summer

Fall

Winter

4 Seasons, Shorty Shack

This is a little shack that sits just at the edge of the woods south of Armstrong Creek, WI.  I don’t know the history of it other than a man nicknamed “Shorty” lived there many years ago.  This shack is very small, about 12 feet wide and only about 8 feet deep, yet it’s charm is endless.  If I ever manage to get any history on this little piece of the past, I’ll be sure to post it.

Winter

Spring

Summer

Fall

Vintage Tuesday/Four Seasons

This is an old barn located on Old Smith School Lane in Armstrong Creek, WI.  The house caved in years ago, but the barn still stands strong.

Summer

Fall

Winter

Spring

Vintage Tuesday/4 Seasons

I’m multi-tasking again.  I’m posting this old vintage tractor in all 4 seasons.  The thing with the jar on top next to it is a cream separator.  This tractor and cream separator are in a small clearing in the woods behind our house and all that remains of an old homestead.

Summer

Autumn

Winter

Spring

4 Seasons: Outhouse

This is an outhouse that stands on the site of an old homestead on Old Smith School Lane in Armstrong Creek.  The barn and house have caved in a log time ago, but the pumphouse and outhouse are still standing.  The door is missing on the outhouse, though.  The front of it is a turquoise color.  I like shooting it from the back cuz the background is better from that perspective.  I remember the old man that lived here.  When I was a kid, he would walk into town every day (about 3 miles), pick up the priest’s mail and deliver it to him.  Something about this old homestead draws me back from time to time.  I just seem to have a fascination with old abandoned buildings.

Summer

Fall

Winter

Spring

4 Seasons Country Road

I really enjoy taking pictures of a particular place or thing in all 4 seasons.  This little road is in the woods behind our house.  I have a serious fascination with old country roads, trails, paths or anything like that as long as it appears seldom used and possibly forgotten.   This road, of course, is certainly not forgotten, for I walk on it nearly every day.  It is so peaceful and quiet there and it’s so easy to slip away from the cares and concerns of daily life, at least for a little while.  There is an old tractor nearby that has been abandoned for years, and I’ve taken countless pictures of it, in all 4 seasons, of course, but I’ll save those for another post.

Summer

Autumn

Winter

Spring

One Single Impression: Circle

River of life
Goes rushing past.
The water is high,
The current is fast.

River of peace,
Much calmer now,
Before your beauty
All creatures bow.

River of faith,
The leaves are gone.
Still you sing
The sweetest song.

River of hope,
Hidden from view,
Awaits the spring
And life anew.

The Red Bridge

The Red Bridge is on Old Highway 101 in

Armstrong Creek, WI, and spans the

Armstrong Creek. When I was a kid, my friends

and I used to play and fish there and hop the rocks

from one side of the creek to the other. The bridge

is only open to pedestrian travel.

After all these years it is still one of my favorite places.

This is the bridge in all 4 seasons.

RED BRIDGE

I love to sit and reminisce
About those good old days;
We’d ride our bikes to the old Red Bridge
To spend our day at play.

The bridge was old and dangerous,
But still we’d try to cross.
The wood was rotted and falling apart
And covered with green moss.

We’d often bring our fishing poles
To see if the fish would bite.
Sometimes we’d catch a nice big trout
That would put up quite a fight.

To get across the river fast,
We’d jump from rock to rock.
We’d go downstream where the river slowed,
And sit in the sun and talk.

Then we’d walk across the road
To the pond on the other side,
Where the water is deep, silent and still,
And the tadpoles and bullfrogs hide.

Later on, at the end of the day,
We’d finally head for home,
Until the next day, when on our bikes,
Back to the bridge we’d roam.

I often reflect on those good old days
And the memories left behind.
Just thinking about those simpler times
Gives me peace of mind.