Every historic building has a story to tell
When was the last time you stopped for gas and admired the architecture of the gas station? Not highly likely these days – but early gas and service stations celebrated the allure of car culture and popular culture (including trending architectural styles). The former Pure Oil Station, built circa 1926, in downtown Paris, Kentucky, is (read more)
Category: Bourbon County
Tags: Adaptive reuse, Hopewell Museum, Pure Oil Gas Station, Tudor Revival
I love looking at real estate advertisements for historic homes – sometimes it is just as gratifying as looking at the buildings in person, especially when the location is far from the Bluegrass. The ones that really tug at my heart are the houses whose charm and historic architectural character is matched only by the (read more)
Category: Bourbon County
Tags: #charlesebutler, #jamesepaton, #kentuckyarchitecture, #parisky
Whenever I am asked to talk about historic architecture, I always stress the meaning of the facade of a building. It doesn’t matter whether it is a house or a store, the facade is the face of the structure, and it is there that the most care, attention, and money is typically spent. The facade (read more)
Storytelling is a selective art, and since buildings and landscapes form the foundation of my stories, I cannot capture them all. Yesterday afternoon, while perusing Facebook (you know you do it too…), I flinched at the photograph of a bulldozer tearing into a small house in Paris, Kentucky. The realization that I photographed that house (read more)
Romance never goes out of style. Your views on the subject may change, depending on age and experience, but romance figures large in the human condition – and in architecture. The Romantic movement in America roughly spans the period from 1820 to 1880 – a time of great change in our young country. Even as (read more)
My parents inflicted a succession of ugly, misshapen station wagons upon us hapless children during my formative years. The one I remember most vividly was a putrid shade of pale yellow, appeared longer than a school bus, and was known as “the Tank.” It was in the Tank (the way back- station wagons in those (read more)
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