The Infamy of Time

By Philo Remington:

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.

By Emily Dickinson:
 
The harm of Years is on him--
The infamy of Time--
Depose him like a Fashion
And give Dominion room.


Forget his Morning Forces--
The Glory of Decay
Is a minuter Pageant
Than least Vitality.

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
          mansion,
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.