More favorites from the Cornish Estate

I keep looking through the photos from our visit to the Cornish Estate remains and it seems like each photo is shouting "don't forget me," so I need to show you a bit more of this magical place. You can find my previous posts here and here and my article on Hamlet Hub.

The pool. Yes, this estate really had it all....a greenhouse, about a million fireplaces (ok, I exaggerate just a little), the longest windy driveway up the side of a mountain and even a pool. 

The remains of an iron fence against a tree.

The more we wandered, the more we interesting things we found. 

The photo above is one of my favorites from our visit. It was our first view of the tower of chimneys and I was in awe. Four chimneys stacked on top of each other. The photo below shows the other side of the tower of chimneys.

We stood in the center of the remains and felt so tiny in this giant structure. We looked up at the giant windows, the towers of chimneys and tried to imagine how beautiful this place must have been. 

To me, this place felt magical.

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More from The Cornish Estate...the Greenhouse

We wander through the remains of the Cornish Estate. If you missed my previous post, you can view it here. We were in awe of how amazing this house must have been, and thrilled we were able to find it and wander the remains.

As we made our way around the outside of the house, we saw this.....the remains of the greenhouse. 

We were excited to have even more to explore. The front of the building was amazing. 

The remains from the big front doors.

We followed the path up and around the back of the greenhouse so we could look down on it. The entire frame seems to still be there (minus the glass). 

The view of the house from the upper trail. The driveway came up through those arches.

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The forgotten Boyce Thompson Institute

When I write abandoned greenhouse, one might imagine a small glass structure with broken windows. While, yes, this is an abandoned greenhouse, there is nothing small about it. This magnificent structure was once the Boyce Thompson Institute for Plant Research.

Surrounded by this beautiful fence, we made our way around to see these amazing greenhouses.

As I stood here in awe of this building, I kept wondering how someplace this beautiful could be forgotten. Once the home of so many species of exotic plants, it is now overtaken with weeds and several cats.

I stumbled upon this sign, and although it is such a small part of this amazing place, I love the little details.

In front of this building once sat raised beds filled with gorgeous plants. Now it sits here in this forgotten state. 

How does a place this beautiful become forgotten? I am drawn to this building, and the other forgotten places I photograph, because they have these amazing rich histories that have somehow been lost. I hope that in photographing them and sharing those photos, I am preserving a little part of them.

Forgotten Greenhouse

I was driving home, not specifically looking for a magical find, but that seems to be when the magicial finds find me.  I passed a cemetary and happened to look down the street beyond it.  I saw this...

I never noticed a greenhouse here before. I saw the hole in the wall, and knew I needed to take a closer look.

I have a hard time chosing favourite photos from each find, but this one is definitely amoung my favourites.

I love the irony of this---an anbandoned greenhouse with plants taking over, growing everywhere.

Burried under the plants I found a mattress, patio chair cushions, and broken windows.

This was the building/house that was attached to the greenhouse.

the house is falling...

I knew this house would be torn down, but it was still a sad moment when I unexpectedly arrived on demolition day.  I visited the house earlier during an estate sale, and it felt like it had a happy history. I watched part of the demolition, went back again later to see more, and visited the little bit that remained last night.

 It amazes me how long it takes for a house to be built, and yet how quickly they come down.

It was struck by the window on the remains of the second floor. It had a lace curtain on it, that was destroyed. I imagined someone picking it out, hanging it.

I imagine a family sitting in front of that fireplace; perhaps children expecting Santa to bring presents down the chimney. So sad to watch someone's memories being destroyed.

Last night, I went back one more time to see if anything was left. All that stood was the chimney.  I can't believe that hours earlier a house stood there, and now nothing but the chimney was left.