A cluster of modern houses have appeared on a street corner not too far from my house. I’ve liked these homes ever since I first saw them and often wonder what they look like on the inside. Well, luckily the other week there was a tour of all the modern homes in this area built by Stitch Design Shop so I finally had a chance to see inside..
The interior of the homes were decked out in modern style furniture, and green plants filled the corners.
All the homes featured two story tall ceilings in the living rooms, and usually a staircase could be found wrapping around the outer edge of the room, giving a unique perspective to the space. I bet cats would really like hanging out up there and looking down on everybody!
Some homes had flat roofs with a patio on the rooftop. Which made for a great use of the limited space the houses were built on.
I would love to live in a modern house. But for now, my 1940s house with modern touches will do!
One late spring afternoon, a carnival came to town and began to set up in the parking lot of a mildly run down shopping center down the road. We waited until evening, and then ventured down to see what awaited us.
A few rides, and some food stalls stood clustered together in what was usually an empty area of the parking lot. But on this night, the shopping center was more packed than anyone had ever seen. People were walking towards the carnival from all directions, there was no admission and no one really seemed to be in charge.
It was a bizarre scene. Across the way stood the Taco Bell, a Radio Shack that was going out of business, a Chinese Buffet we had been to a few times but regretted, our favorite Mexican restaurant and a number of strange stores we had never been too. On the other side stood the interstate.
Beneath the swirling clouds people lined up for the rides, waited for their food, and didn’t appear to think this parking lot carnival was a strange abnormality.
I’ll never forget the time that a carnival inexplicably appeared in a shopping center near my house.
My favorite time to explore Old Salem is on a weekday evening, when not many people fill the streets and I am free to wander about.
I always head towards the back corners of the village. The knobby cobblestone paths are quieter there and less often traveled.
Towering trees stand tall over my head. Some of them must be as old as the buildings themselves.
Nestled between the buildings are many hidden corridors and twisting paths. There is never a lack of places to explore.
One of my very favorite things about summer is the long warm nights that are often spent exploring.
Many Streets downtown are lined with cheery trees and for a few weeks each spring, there is a glorious display of light pink cherry blossoms.
These particular trees are right outside my office window at work. I’ve never had a desk near a window before so I was quite overjoyed to be looking at these trees every day. One day they were looking so pretty I had to race right back there after going home to get my camera so I could take some pictures. .
I love walking along the city sidewalks, underneath all the blossoms. I just wish the trees stayed in bloom longer. A few days after I took these photos, some huge storms came through and all the flowers were washed away. I wish flowering trees kept their blooms all summer.
Every year, on a cold winter’s evening, we all pile in the car to go to our favorite Christmas Tree patch and help my Mom pick out her tree.
The tree patch pops up in late November and surrounds the Krankies coffee air stream trailer with fresh evergreen trees, patiently waiting for a home.
I love running around through the rows of trees in the icy night air, under the string lights, searching for the perfect tree.
The trees cast long shadows over the parking lot and buildings. Everything feels a little spooky.
Especially near the Christmas Tree graveyard!
Before long we found the perfect little tree and my Mom posed with it.
I love the atmosphere of the Christmas Tree lot at night, with the dim lights, the scent of pine and coffee drifting through the air, and the tall shadows cast by the trees as they sit in long rows, waiting to be taken home.
One windy autumn Saturday, my husband, sister and I went for a walk downtown. A few minutes into the walk, a train could be heard in the distance, so we raced over to the tracks in front of a local coffee shop to watch it go by.
We waited and waited, but the train didn’t seem to be coming. We grew tired of the odd looks the people at the coffee shop were giving us as we stood in the parking lot staring at the train tracks, so we decided to forget the train and continue our walk.
We had barely walked one block before the train’s horn sounded again, and so close! We ran back to the coffee shop parking lot to get an up close glimpse of the train.
After we finished our walk and were getting in the car, we could hear another train on the way! We drove past it on the way back home.
We even crossed under it!
I love spotting the train as it travels through the city.
It’s been almost three years since I started this Construction Zone series, and by the looks of it, it is finally nearing the end!
The city is building a Diverging Diamond interchange as a part of a brand new major road that is being built.
In order for the road to be completed, a bridge for the already existing railroad has to be built. Since this is a very busy track, the new railroad has to be completely finished before the old track gets taken down, so the rail can easily be switched over with no train delays.
These decorative arches were installed just the other week.
(I feel like it needs a ball of Christmas lights hanging from the center or something!)
We were excited to see that our favorite biking trail seems to finally be back open after nearly three long years! The part that was once a giant muddy swamp while this bridge was being built has been repaved and cleaned up.
The remnants of some giant tubing still remain..
I love to document the changes this city is going through. It won’t be long until this area is no longer a construction zone and nobody remembers what it used to look like!
The power plant that once supplied energy to the tobacco factories in Winston-Salem has been sitting vacant for many years.
It sits closed off from the world, by a towering chain link fence.
(A fence I would love to sneak through, but am too scared!)
Many companies had been contacted to restore the old building, but they all turned away, as they thought the building could not be saved, or would be too complicated of a project.
Luckily one company finally saw the potential and has finally gotten to work, restoring and updating the former power plant.
Bailey Power plant is one of the most unique buildings in Winston-Salem. There are big plans for it, and I can’t wait to see them unfold.
I’ve always thought cemeteries were a peaceful place.
Especially on a quiet autumn evening.
The rolling hills in the Old Salem cemetery are laden with intricate grave stones, and lavish crypts.
No one else was around, making for the perfect walk, as the setting sun cast a warm glow over all the graves and the crisp cool air began to settle in.
My favorite grave stone is one that takes the shape of two trees, belonging to a husband and wife who are buried together. I like it because it seems like something I would have chosen.