These are pictures I took in Nevada.
I was through this same area about three years ago, but a lot has changed. The pandemic closed world borders, wreaked economic hell on many communities, and saw the ruin of others.
These pictures were taken in Nevada at the Pony Express Schellbourne Station Nevada which was an active Pony Express mail service station in 1859.
Once a bustling outpost, the area later became an RV campground and Motel until it eventually closed down all together.
When you see it today, it’s a ghost town.
I can imagine the recent squatters getting out of the desert heat, or the drunk-ass kids out on a joy ride to smash windows and tag everything they could–because they could.
But… if you stop, close your eyes, and listen–you may be able to hear the voices that whisper through the winds from the past.
Thank you so much for your photos and prompt, dear Faye.
There is something magnetic about abandoned ruins, isn’t there? Hard to look, impossible to look away.
I was moved to rattle off a poem in record time (for me) 😏😎
Your photos were *to blame*…so…THANK YOU! Hope you enjoy.
Cheers!
Don’t Leave Never Mind Just Go
By
Corinne Lambert Murphy
The wind it howls out
Among the twisted piles
Of broken boards and the
Walls left standing
Such as they are
Angry youngsters have their
Say on what’s left of
My old house that held me behind walls
That kept me safe and warm inside
All gone says she to me, though
That ache will last forever, oh
You lonely, lovely boy
××× 🎀 ×××
Hi Corrine,
You’ve made y day😊. Thank you for all the kind words and beautiful poem. I love and feel your inspiration. 😃