Tossed away broken bottles, cigarette butts, and paper line the edge of the state line highway.
Across the pavement a flooded field with striking reflections of the trees that any other week stand alone and dry.
A red barn is tattered and disguarded too, once a working farm hovel to working animals.
Only time has removed the purpose.
Excellent photo to illustrate your words, Jae! It immediately brought to mind a photo I'd posted, now 2 years ago... http://365project.org/Weezilou/album-excess/2012-08-11 I saw it again before leaving in December and they've had a wretched winter, so it looked desperate at last sight, and by now, I'm sure it's gone...