"Through the Years" Looking back through the beautiful hand carved woodwork of this interior doorway is a journey back through time. A journey that starts with vintage art work hanging prominently above a sheet covered piece of antique furniture.Tools and sundry items, each an ambassador of their respective time and place in the history of this 170 year old homestead, rest against solid oak baseboards. As the evening sun crawls down cracked and weathered plaster. (2014)

"Through the Years" Looking back through the beautiful hand carved woodwork of this interior doorway is a journey back through time. A journey that starts with vintage art work hanging prominently above a sheet covered piece of antique furniture.Tools and sundry items, each an ambassador of their respective time and place in the history of this 170 year old homestead, rest against solid oak baseboards. As the evening sun crawls down cracked and weathered plaster. (2014)

"Oh...Just a Wee Nip" A forgotten spirit residing on a dust laden shelf....Medicinal...maybe or possibly the very elixir needed on cold Carolina evenings when the chilled drafts from winter winds gnawing at clap board siding made the home fires feel not quite warm enough. (2015)

"Oh...Just a Wee Nip" A forgotten spirit residing on a dust laden shelf....Medicinal...maybe or possibly the very elixir needed on cold Carolina evenings when the chilled drafts from winter winds gnawing at clap board siding made the home fires feel not quite warm enough. (2015)

"Feeling Blue" The heavy wooden door, warm to the touch...heated by the afternoon sun, opens begrudgingly on hand made cast iron hinges. Upon entering the bead board clad room, an earthy aroma permeates the dry summer air. The old wooden floor, underfoot, speaks for the first time in many years, a friendly reminder to its new guest to tread lightly and enjoy the visit. (2014)

"Feeling Blue" The heavy wooden door, warm to the touch...heated by the afternoon sun, opens begrudgingly on hand made cast iron hinges. Upon entering the bead board clad room, an earthy aroma permeates the dry summer air. The old wooden floor, underfoot, speaks for the first time in many years, a friendly reminder to its new guest to tread lightly and enjoy the visit. (2014)

Scott Garlock Photography  Good morning everyone, I've had a number of requests for a color version of a black & white photograph that I posted sometime ago titled "The Day the Music Died" As requested:   "The Day the Music Died" revisited in color: As morning light filters through time stained windows, an lone organ, accompanied by it's dust covered bench, patiently sits as a silent memorial to the day the music died. (2015)

Scott Garlock Photography Good morning everyone, I've had a number of requests for a color version of a black & white photograph that I posted sometime ago titled "The Day the Music Died" As requested: "The Day the Music Died" revisited in color: As morning light filters through time stained windows, an lone organ, accompanied by it's dust covered bench, patiently sits as a silent memorial to the day the music died. (2015)

"Up On The Mantel" Tarnished memorials of cherished loved ones hiding behind a veil of neglect reside down a memory lane that is paved in dust and littered in broken plaster. (2015)

"Up On The Mantel" Tarnished memorials of cherished loved ones hiding behind a veil of neglect reside down a memory lane that is paved in dust and littered in broken plaster. (2015)

"The Unforgotten" Wafting on a winter breeze, the smell of burnt wood taints the cold morning air draped over a scorched realm. Vintage mementos, oblivious to their surroundings, still sit proudly on charred shelves refusing to let those that cherished them be forgotten. (2015)

"The Unforgotten" Wafting on a winter breeze, the smell of burnt wood taints the cold morning air draped over a scorched realm. Vintage mementos, oblivious to their surroundings, still sit proudly on charred shelves refusing to let those that cherished them be forgotten. (2015)

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