There is something about the old, the abandoned and decrepit, that draws me in. I feel a great affection for houses and barns that are left alone, forgotten, and gently falling apart; among my emotions are sadness and regret, as well as a sense of curiosity (where did the people go? what difficulties or tragedy led them to leave their house all alone, and defenseless?). When I see a place like this one, I always want to get a photograph, perhaps as something of a gift to the old place, and an acknowledgement of the memories that seem to swirl about, in its presence.
I want to say to others: Look at this place! She's still beautiful!
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