The Ruins of an Iron Town, a Cotton Mill, and a railroad stop in the Pines
I am loving the banjo accompaniment to your rambles. Such a jaunty way into these kinda spooky abandoned landscapes where you have to bring a GPS because all the pine trees look the same. I mean. It’s just beautiful.
I am loving the banjo accompaniment to your rambles. Such a jaunty way into these kinda spooky abandoned landscapes where you have to bring a GPS because all the pine trees look the same. I mean. It’s just beautiful.