The destination of the road trip was Cherokee, NC but our explorations took us to Bryson City to see the trestle bridge.
Walking along the tracks, I discovered an abandoned house and stood before it wondering about the people who’d lived there.
Who were they, and what was a day in their life like?
Were there any children? Did they swim in the river or play on its banks?
Was any of their time spent walking the nearby train tracks or the trestle bridge across the river?
Why did they leave? Were they sad to go, or happy to escape?
These are a few of the questions I pondered before I made the shot. Abandoned, yes, but I could feel the energy of this house as I stood pondering its past.