vintage

  • Old Guardian of the Meadow

    Tall grass whispering secrets in the passing breeze, a lone companion for her silent-weathered walls—a tapestry of time, holding tales of yesteryear… Continue reading

    Old Guardian of the Meadow
  • A Railroad’s Tale

    Weathered beams, rusted rails, whispering tales of yesteryear—a timeless monument to the age of rail… Continue reading

    A Railroad’s Tale
  • Ballad of a Gooney Bird

    Gazing skyward, her tail-wheel configuration appears as if she’s ready to fly—embracing the celestial world above, loving the heavens like her airmen within. Pulling chocks from her wheels, line personnel scramble beneath her soft beautiful lines. Aerodynamic curves, waiting to… Continue reading

    Ballad of a Gooney Bird
  • Winter’s Song

    Winter’s icy breeze serenades a slumbering barren landscape; a lonely tune heard only by empty fields and barns… Continue reading

    Winter’s Song
  • Old Mill’s Tale

    Looming over the endless chorus of the Muskingum River — derived from the Shawnee word Mshkikwam, meaning swampy ground — the Stockport Mill still stands watch over this once important water route into the interior of Ohio. The original mill… Continue reading

    Old Mill’s Tale
  • Heaven’s Lighthouse

    While her structure remains abandoned, a centuries-old symbol reaches skyward towards heaven — a beacon to all, recounting sacrificial love… Continue reading

    Heaven’s Lighthouse
  • Age of Steam

    “Your true pilot cares nothing about anything on earth but the river, and his pride in his occupation surpasses the pride of kings.” — Mark Twain, Life on the Mississippi — Parting the glistening currents of the Ohio River, her… Continue reading

    Age of Steam
  • Echoes from a Bygone Era

    Ignored by a technological world, she sands alone, her story a mere whisper from the past… Surrounded by all the big tech companies building their new facilities in central Ohio, this old abandoned farm will soon meet its fate. It’s… Continue reading

    Echoes from a Bygone Era
  • The Old Gem Roller Rink

    Melodic notes echo through the hall, as a local band embraces its audience with their latest tune. Patrons excitedly laugh and giggle as they glide along the perfectly crafted floors. Their roller skates mix in perfect harmony with musical talent… Continue reading

    The Old Gem Roller Rink
  • Lyrics of Freedom

    Conceived within the arms of rugged ingenuity, her vintage soul rumbles, a melody performed only in freedom…. Continue reading

    Lyrics of Freedom
  • A Recital of Season’s Change

    Perfectly choreographed with autumn’s gentle breeze, goldenrod performs her ballet with ease… Continue reading

    A Recital of Season’s Change
  • Only the Ghost’s Know

    Her tale now memories to ghosts, mere shadows beneath the setting sun… Continue reading

    Only the Ghost’s Know