Old Stone Ruins

Have you ever been driving along in your car and out of the corner of your eye you spot a structure that captures your imagination? Well, I did.

I was cris-crossing the back-roads of the Blue Ridge mountains on my way to a nursing home far from any populated area. The facility needed assistance in the therapy department and called asking if I could see some patients today, so I packed up a thermo of coffee and away I went.

About an hour into my drive, I caught a glimpse of this stone ruins off in the distance, perched up on a knoll glistening in the morning sun. I stopped the car, pulled out my camera and hiked to where it stood. It was so quiet there, yet I wasn't that far from the road. I just stood in it's presence for a moment scanning every inch on this captivating structure. A large portion of it was engulfed in ivy, however much of it managed to escape the entanglement as if to say "Here I am". It's stone walls stood proud and majestic against the clear blue sky, yet it was only a shell of it's former self. My mind could only imagine what it must have been in it's day. I wondered who lived there, and why it's still standing. I suppose I could have stopped at the little country store two miles down and inquired about the place, but somehow I wanted to conjure up my own story. Of course, my story would be filled with intrigue and mystery of days long ago. If I had stopped and asked about the place, I wonder, would it be as grand as the story I could imagine? What do you think your story would be? IMAGINE !