These buildings were transported from abandoned ranches in the Washoe Valley (between Reno and Carson City Nevada) and set on a bleak lot belonging to Bartley Regional Park. In the midday sun of a hot day, they looked especially bleak.
Bartley Ranch #ThursdayDoors
Saying nothing in particular 
These old doors 🚪 in this Ranch..Anita
I’m so sorry about your nephew, Jan, and hope the celebration of his life was beautiful.
It was an amazing celebration. There’s still a bit of controversy about the death and so my brother had a very hard time.
Oh, I’m sorry, Jan. Sending love to your brother and his family.
Thanks Mary!
The place does look barren, but I think I’d enjoy exploring it. Sorry to hear about your nephew. I hope the celebration of his life went well.
The ranch exhibit seemed to be a work in progress.I didn’t have a lot of time to explore however. The celebration went beautifully, thanks.
Very well-weathered.
So very sorry about your nephew. Young lives cut short are so sad….
Thank you. I’m still trying to make sense of it.
Of course, the first feeling one might have is sadness and the wood has absorbed so much over the years and when you walk near it, your sadness goes forth and into the pores of the wood. That is the way it has always been. An exchange and a disintegration, everything falling away and outward, all at the same time. So much to learn, to feel … what a wonder it all is, even with the old wood, maybe more so with the old wood. You must forgive me. Duke
I kept thinking about Sebastian Marchmain from Brideshead Revisited. Do you know that book? I had a long conversation with one of the guys I went through school with who has remained a good friend of my brother’s. We spoke of the junior high we attended which was a beautiful old building – mahogany wainscotting, high ceilings, great acoustics. Torn down to make way for a Circus Circus parking lot. The people I remember as Bobbie and LeeLee, he referred to as Bob and Rosalie and I realized I’d missed their growing up and so in my mind they’ll always remain Bobby and LeeLee … and Brucie.
Sebastian Flyte! “Perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; vagabond-language scrawled on gate-posts and paving stones along the weary road that others have trampled before us: perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond the other, snatching a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us.” – Evelyn Waugh
No, I don’t know the book, so don’t know poor Sebastian. But I do feel in unexpected company with Evelyn Waugh as I read his words. Sentiments are pure, but expressed in different ways. The point is to feel something and then understand that Ecclesiastes is right about the sun and those things beneath and with that uncomfortable fact, go ahead and do the best one can. I’m working on The Dark Bar: Part II. I was writing when you posted the photos. Here are a few lines: “Movement diminishes and people fall away and we all end alone, words without sound, animals without masters heading back to nature in our decomposition. The explosion of energy from the inside out, the reflective fire of our interior lives. So be it, but you already know all of this. I’m here only to remind you.” I’m trying to recall those times I spent with Bunny. She was so young and smart and alone and I worry about what might have happened to her, still, after all these years. Duke
In a nutshell, Brideshead is a love story between two men, one of whom (an aristocrat) becomes more and more spiritual as he destroys his body with drugs and alcohol. The other man is pressured by the family to save him but only becomes more confused.
Hi Jan, I am very sorry to learn of your nephew’s passing. So very tragic. This is a very interesting place although rather an unusual venue to have a wake. Do you call it a wake – a celebration of a life and its passing into death?
It turned out to be the perfect venue – all the mourners were young, outdoorsy people who love to barbecue. I brought a bubble machine which entertained the kids and there was plenty of room for them to run and play.
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I’m sorry for your loss. This is a lovely venue though. The rustic charm seems soothing to me.
It was a lovely venue. And not nearly as hot as predicted.
Fascinating shots of another time. Thanks, Jan!
I can’t imagine the care they had to take moving those old buildings! I wish I’d had time to take more pictures – but it was hot!
You did well, Jan. I enjoyed the shots!!