Broken safe washed ashore

Yesterday while visiting some of the James River plantations in Virginia, we spotted some unusual items washed ashore. One that caught my eye was half of a safe washed onto the grounds of the Berkeley Plantation (Harrison family). As I looked at it my mind began wondering how it got there? Who did it belong to? What caused it to end up in the water and why was only half of the safe there?  How far did it travel?
(These safes I would think would sink rather than be moved along).

Then I began thinking about the power of Mother Nature...these are a few shots I took of the probably not abandoned safe.

Abandoned houses....What stories would they tell?

I am always intrigued, saddened and curious any time I see an abandoned home or the remnants of what was once someone's house. I always wonder what kinds of stories it could tell if its remains could talk. 

Today's photos were taken over the summer up in New York as I was driving by and had to briefly stop to take a few pics from the car. I remember when there was a house here and then remember a tree falling on it, putting a huge gap in its roof. A couple of decades later, all that is left is the foundation. Nature has now moved in to become the current resident.

I wish I could have captured the mist on the water a bit better, it really was a fascinating view that morning