Never do today what you can put off until tomorrow.
It’s the mantra of procrastinators around the world.
Wait … let’s get one thing straight. When it comes to work and writing, I don’t miss a deadline. I stare that stone-cold bitch in the eyes and I turn her into a whimpering pile of tears.
But for the last couple of years, I’ve been saying to myself , ‘self, you gotta get back to Lomond and shoot that beautiful yellow farmhouse again.’
I spied the abandoned farmstead from the 531 on a February trip through Vulcan County in 2010. The faded yellow paint was still bright enough to stand out on the prairie hill but the dark holes of smashed-out windows gave away its abandoned state.
I didn’t get a great shot of the house, instead silhouetting it against the brilliant winter sun.
I explored the inside of the house, finding little artifacts left behind.
I promised to return during the summer, hoping for easier access than the knee-high snow Shep and I trudged through.
I didn’t go.
I thought of the yellow farmhouse often, mentally penciling in a visit every time I added a better piece of equipment to my photographic arsenal.
I didn’t go.
Life gets in the way. Other abandoned areas beckon. Trips back and forth to Spokane took up my travel time.
And then I learned I was too late.
My shooting friend Dan drove through the area last weekend on his way to Retlaw. I advised him to watch for the farmhouse the next time he drove through.
It sparked in me a need to hit the road. I started planning my trip last night, starting with the ‘cute little church’ Dan said he found in Gladys and running through Milo, Lomond and Blackie.