If you follow our plog (poetry blog), then you know we have occasional posts about abandoned buildings -- all of them (including this post) are HERE. There is something alluring albeit melancholic about these lonely places. Hmm -- could there be some aspect(s) of abandoned beauty, quietude, and solitude of these places that is related to our appreciation of the poetry of Emily Dickinson?
Yesterday we encountered a stunning place, the former Ingleside Resort, once a summer's nimble mansion where gentlemen and ladies laughed and sighed, now lost to the infamy of time. Take a look at the slide shows below.
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By Emily Dickinson:
This quiet dust was gentlemen and ladies
And lads and girls;
Was laughter and ability and sighing,
And frocks and curls;
This passive place a summer's nimble
Where bloom and bees
Fulfilled their oriental circuit,
Then ceased like these.
Below: Vintage postcards that show what the Ingleside Resort used to look like. The resort is in a valley with Shenandoah National Park to the east and the Appalachian Mountains to the west.
Below: In addition photographing the abandoned Ingleside Resort and sign, I took a few shots of some other vintage signs as well.