I've always been fascinated by abandoned structures. When I see an empty domicile, my senses are flooded with ideas of what may have taken place to render the place forlorn and empty. So many stories rest within its walls and the researcher in me becomes curious to learn more about the place.
I live in a sleepy gated subdivision that has seen better days. The community isn't very old, but some of the structures have aged beyond their years due to neglect. A few streets down from me, an old house sits quietly amid the pines and brush. Its design reflects an era long before the community existed, which makes me think that this house was already here when the land was developed, and that the community simply built around it. I've lived here since September 2007 and I have never seen anyone taking care of the place, trash taken out for pick up, or the lights burning inside. The structure has character and looks like it could come out of a horror novel (or at least a really good ghost story). I love old houses, so this home has grown on me, but I'm still grateful that I live in a much newer place that doesn't have all of the classic problems that crop up in old homes. When I get my next roll of film developed, I'll have to add a picture of the house to this entry.
One place that continues to remain in my memory used to sit back from I-70, between Columbus and Dayton, Ohio. It was a 2-story brick house, its windows void of glass and panes, the roof nonexistent, and its interior completely destroyed. From the freeway, I could see timbers lying askance within the brick walls. As long as I can recall this place, I always wondered what happened to it to make it a silent reminder of the life that once dwelled inside. Was it engulfed in fire? Or was it simply vacated long ago, with no one to breathe new life into it, rendering it to the ravages of time and weather? Did the house contain love and happy memories? Did some human tragedy take place to cause the occupants to leave? The remnants of the house no longer stand, apparently razed several years back. I'm not sure when someone decided to put the poor thing out of its misery, I just know that it was still standing one day, and the next time I traveled that freeway, it was gone. I still wonder what happened to it.
Oh, the stories these dwellings hold!
I live in a sleepy gated subdivision that has seen better days. The community isn't very old, but some of the structures have aged beyond their years due to neglect. A few streets down from me, an old house sits quietly amid the pines and brush. Its design reflects an era long before the community existed, which makes me think that this house was already here when the land was developed, and that the community simply built around it. I've lived here since September 2007 and I have never seen anyone taking care of the place, trash taken out for pick up, or the lights burning inside. The structure has character and looks like it could come out of a horror novel (or at least a really good ghost story). I love old houses, so this home has grown on me, but I'm still grateful that I live in a much newer place that doesn't have all of the classic problems that crop up in old homes. When I get my next roll of film developed, I'll have to add a picture of the house to this entry.
One place that continues to remain in my memory used to sit back from I-70, between Columbus and Dayton, Ohio. It was a 2-story brick house, its windows void of glass and panes, the roof nonexistent, and its interior completely destroyed. From the freeway, I could see timbers lying askance within the brick walls. As long as I can recall this place, I always wondered what happened to it to make it a silent reminder of the life that once dwelled inside. Was it engulfed in fire? Or was it simply vacated long ago, with no one to breathe new life into it, rendering it to the ravages of time and weather? Did the house contain love and happy memories? Did some human tragedy take place to cause the occupants to leave? The remnants of the house no longer stand, apparently razed several years back. I'm not sure when someone decided to put the poor thing out of its misery, I just know that it was still standing one day, and the next time I traveled that freeway, it was gone. I still wonder what happened to it.
Oh, the stories these dwellings hold!
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