Sunday, March 3, 2013

A U T H O R ' S    N O T E :
The old home on Hooker Road is well off the beaten path for the majority of folks here in this corner of LA (lower Arkansas). Even so, there are a few dozen or so of us who keep an eye on it and continue to marvel that it still stands. I last saw it a few weeks ago, and though gravity has gotten in a few more licks, the old girl is standing in there.
 
I discovered while shooting the old structure in March of 2009 that "being off the beaten path" is a relative term. Take a look at the story below and see if you agree.
 
See more pictures of the old house, and read more conjectures at Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind.
 
Thanks,
 
Joe

Originally Published on Sunday, March 22, 2009

Hooker Road off U.S. Highway 425 southeast of Pine Bluff, Arkansas, may be the textbook definition of the road less traveled. I was shooting on the site of the old home pictured above for about two hours each on two successive days and saw two vehicles on Hooker Road, one of which was my truck.

I shot in the late afternoon Saturday and returned Sunday morning when the light was flowing from another direction. This is not the first time I’ve shot this old domicile. But it is the first time I’ve shot it with current imaging technology. Not much has changed, I mused on the first day, save the deterioration that comes with age.

The second day, on the return trip, evidence to the contrary gave me pause to think. About a half-mile from the old house there was a recently deceased possum in the road, no doubt the big loser in a possum-vehicle encounter. After I arrived at the old home site, I noticed that some idiot bad citizen had jettisoned a spent Busch 30-pack right where I was about to step across the roadside ditch.

I pitched the beer-rind into the bed of the truck and proceeded to amble up to the house. I whiffed an olfactory piquancy not present the day before. Although not overpowering, the lingering aroma of a skunk (or skunks) wafted on the breeze. Having made that identification, I heard the distinctive sounds of a “peckerwood” practicing the genetically ordained activity that is his namesake.

Hmmm. And I was laboring under the delusion that no change had occurred. In less than 24 hours, one of the neighbors had been killed, trash had been dumped in the front yard (probably by the same miscreant who zapped the possum), some animal controversy had thrown a nearby skunk into the defensive mode, and a recent arrival was busy building a new home. Makes you wonder how many other details you miss on a daily basis.

The old home wore the appearance of former prosperity. There was an outbuilding (not a privy, although you can rest assured there was one at one time), a barn, and a covered dug well, plus a long non-functional drilled pump well. All of this is on a spacious lot facing a bayou. Nice view from the front porch. Until the “skeeters” began to swarm. Perhaps citronella candles helped.

Leaning precariously on weakened timbers, the old residence wobbles on its last legs. In another year or so, depending on the fickle whims of Mother Nature, the old home will become a grisly stack of moldy old lumber. And the world will keep turning.

N O T E S:  
Nikon D300, EX F-S Nikkor 18-135mm f3.5-5.6G ED, tripod mounted, extension cable tripped, ISO 500, 1/400 @ f6.3, 18mm (35 equivalent 27mm) post processed with Photoshop CS4 Extended, Photomatix HDR and Genuine Fractals Print Pro.

See more pictures of the old house, and read more conjectures at Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind.

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