the house - and why it matters

21 January 2015

it was January 21, 2015 the first time I saw it. I was on my way to Cave Point and quite honestly, a bit lost. (it turns out I wasn’t as lost as I thought I was at the time.) for years, I’ve been fascinated by abandoned buildings. they hold stories but yet they’ve been left behind and now the earth is taking them back.

in searching through a hard drive of photos (which always finds me down a rabbit hole of laughter), I realized that I haven’t taken as many photos here as I thought, and that the majority of those times were in the past year. I’ve begun taking photos of myself here to document not only the changes of the house and the seasons, but also changes in my life.

27 February 2017

I really lucked out with the sky that first time. that photo was submitted as an art piece for Love On Holiday 2016, and three songs were written about it: Beautiful Wreck, Watch Her Fall, and Try. at least one of those songs makes me cry every time I hear even the opening chords, but the truth is that each of those songs has at least one line of personal pull in it for me. the lovely seven songwriters who wrote these songs weren’t entangled enough in my daily life (and I didn’t talk to any of them about the photograph until they wrote their songs) to know that their songs were already inside my bones, but I guess at the same time, if you listen hard enough, you can always find something personal in any song.

pivotal moments always draw me to this haunting house, and numbers keep bringing me back, too. I’ll continue to visit to watch the seasons alter the sky and the leaves.

it’ll never be my house, but it might be my home.

16 January 2018

disclaimer: there are multiple signs here that say “no trespassing.” the only reason that I have stepped off the road and onto the property was to be out of the way of passing traffic. (this disclaimer seems necessary because of some photos of Chateau Hutter that were taken in 2013.) however, if you happen to know the person who owns this house, I would love to see the inside.