If one wants to know who owns what property in the area, the best bet is to ask someone whose family has a road named after them. A phone call was made on my behalf, I was vouched for, and I was in. As long as I didn't get the crotch of my jeans hung up on the barbed wire and the light held out. Otherwise, I was good to go and free to take my time. And, for the most part, I did take my time, and learned a few things about myself and my camera in the process. Some photos didn't turn out as I hoped they would, and I will have to return to try again. Nevertheless, prepare to be inundated.
The building was an old saw mill. Nothing big, mind you.
The mill was situated on the border of the wooded area and a field. The area was littered with other old farm equipment but I tread no further. I no longer had the cover of the woods and felt exposed. It is a personal flaw that I sometimes see myself photographing instead of just seeing what it is I wish to photograph. I returned downhill.
While I concentrated mostly on the man made in this session, I did attempt some other straight nature photography than the stump. There were some nice tree ferns on burls that I wish had come out better, yet again, focus issues. Then I looked higher into the tree canopy. The contrast between the types of moss were striking. If I could only figure out a way to capture it...
I come very close to chastising myself for not being a better photographer than I am, and then I stop short. While I don't consider the above any more than exercises in developing better skills, I do enjoy the learning process and the occasional sign that I am making progress. Yep, I'm giving myself permission.