As we were driving down what I assumed was a (or the) main road here in this tiny town of Bristol, two different things caught our attention. For Ricia, the red white and blue stripe road divider, and I, this rustic beaten down old house.
Turned out the multi colored road divider was to celebrate this road being the oldest continuous 4th of July parade route in the nation. As it happens this sleepy little town becomes packed with tourists from all over, grabbing every available bed and lodging to share in the pageantry of said event. Get out, who'd a thunk it.
Not expecting any kind of back story like that to this old house I simply mentioned to Reesh how much interest I had in the place from a photographic stand point, and she said on our way back she'd pull over so I could photograph it.
Splendid, I thought to myself. The nice fall colors, the huge porch on the far side of the house, long reclaimed by mother nature, combined with the almost church like architecture looked like it would make for a very nice subject to add to my scenic gallery.