Going through the door to another time

Today my wife and I were supposed to go to Heber Springs to shoot the trumpeter swans but the weather was not cooperating so instead I ran out to Scott and stepped back in time on the farm. There was thick fog all day long so I thought I would go shoot a barn in the fog or maybe a solidarity tree. Just as I got down the road the fog was gone. I knew of a couple places in Scott
(a wide spot in the road) that I could nab an image of.

To my surprise the door to this gin was open,
I walked around looking in all the opening I could find.
There were no keep out signs so I crawled up and in.
This is something I seem to be doing more and more to get a shot.

There were old remnants of gin machinery.
I love when I happen upon things like this because
my world stops for a moment and I go back in time.
I hear men talking and the machine running.
I smell the old oil and dirt. Feel the sticky humid air. I feel freedom.

There were a couple old window panes and as much as I would have loved
to taken them home, they were not mine to take. One thing I do is to leave
any place I visit the same or better when I leave.

Not a rocks throw away is an old store called Cothem's and it's one of those old dives that will have a waiting line outside on days they are open. Many promises and lies have been told around the tables as it is a popular gathering spot for business and politicians.

This is the backyard of Cothem's. The side yard has goats, a rooster and a calf.

Another rock's throw starts one of the most beautiful roads in Arkansas. Land's End and the pecan lined road. Even in the winter it is a beautiful place. These pecan trees and others some to go on for miles. It was a favorite spot for me to ride my bike. Flat, quite, and beautiful.