Somehow, I think it might be waiting a while yet.
The Carter Carburetor Corporation may have ceased trading 30 years ago, but the property that bears its name is still standing.
It is fenced off from the world because of contamination said to be so bad that it goes down to the bedrock. The cleanup and demolition will cost millions, but already the once attractive windows and side panels have been removed, leaving the empty shell as a reminder of different times.
King’s Lynn owes its founding to the River Greta Ouse, and it’s from the river that we get the best views.
Here we stand on the river bank outside of West Lynn, looking over at the town.
The blue sky flecked with wispy clouds overhead and the green grass at our feet makes the scene tranquil and calm.
The buildings reflect in the still water of the river, somehow allowing us to see them more clearly.
It is a bright, charming and restful scene, and it lightens our step as we walk on.
Not far from London, but seeming a million miles away from the hustle and bustle of that modern city life, is this Old Millhouse, somewhere in rural Essex, England.
An interesting setting, it speaks of industry, because this would once have housed a thriving business powered by the never-ending flow of water that could be harnessed to Man’s design. But what once would have been the height of modernity is now a relic of past times, and long gone industry.
The trees have grown and the building weathered, so that is now easy to imagine that the mill is actually part of nature; it has grown into the countryside that surrounds it.
But the river carries on regardless. It is unconcerned with the comings and goings of industry, with the habits of mankind. It continues to meander its way across the countryside, bringing fresh new life wherever it flows.
This image, with its mix of natural and man-made, suites itself particularly well to a formal room, hall or small office environment. Its feeling of history and renewal will provide an uplifting tone to any location.
For centuries the Parish Church has stood at the center of the village, and the heart of the village people.
Generations of families have been welcomed into the world here, have married, raised a family, and finally been laid to rest here.
The walls seep history, and not just the broad sweep of history that affects a whole nation.
Personal histories are told here in the wooden pews and the used hymnals. People have come here to celebrate and to mourn, to rejoice and to cry, to exalt and to lament.
The solid walls of the church have seen it all, known it all, and accepted it all. This is not just a building; it is carries the spirit of generations.
Leaving the town we find a sign to Pilot Street, and following this we come upon an old cobbled road, and an terrace of houses overlooking a tiny tree filled square.
The sun shining down adds to the tranquility of the scene, and one can imagine that time itself has stood still here for the last century.
This image was featured in the Fina Arts America group “Photography From Around The World” in May, 2014