It’s no secret that I find broken, abandoned or particularly decrepit things that were once loved by someone very alluring. I don’t really understand what draws me to them, but I suspect it’s the want to create a record of it so it is no longer forgotten. Even if no one is taking care of it anymore, everything is still beautiful in some way ….maybe even more so than shiny new things that have never weathered a storm or seen a family grow, part ways; to see new owners come though with hope and dreams in their hearts; never stood against the frozen battering of the winter or relentless heat of the summer.
Someone lived here once. I don’t know if they were happy or bitter; loved or abandoned; healthy or ill. I don’t know if there were kids that once played around this house or family pets that ran free, always coming when they were called. I have no idea if someone ugly and cruel holed up in this place, hidden away keeping their bitterness with society tucked away inside. No matter what happened, something happened here once and now the only evidence of occupation left behind is the old building itself that no longer serves any purpose at all.
I like giving it a purpose, even if for only the quick snap of my camera shutter.