It’s one thing to risk heading into an abandoned house. You could step on a rusty nail, or get attacked by a mongrel dog.
It’s another thing to walk into a kitchen and find the floor missing.
One whole half of the house, in fact, was either caving in or on its way into the basement. With big holes in the roof, there’s nothing to stop Michigan’s chaotic weather from seeping in. It takes time, but eventually nature does its thing.
The only thing keeping the kitchen intact was the underlying structure – load-bearing walls as saviors.
Devastating. And a rich environment for photo making.
I’ve passed by this particular farm probably dozens of times. It sits along US-127, a major highway between my hometowns, my college, everything.
But it’s only recently I’ve noticed that the place is dead and abandoned. Those telltale signs, like an overgrown lawn and broken windows, were evident even from the highway.
So I picked a warm summer night in July and pulled in to explore.
The grounds of the place are pretty overwhelming, with tons of buildings and a overgrown fields surrounding the place. What struck me was the variety: barns and storage buildings and milking structures.
The house was your typical abandoned house, open to the elements for who knows how long. The upstairs was in pretty relatively good shape. Parts of the house were still protected, like the kitchen.