Loyal readers know of my bizarre penchant for photographing torn down, beat up houses. This one on Dutch Road has had my eye for weeks. It is impossible to look at it and not imagine what dinners looked like being served there so many years ago. What happened that this house came to look like this? Where are those who once called it home? What did the furniture look like in the living room? Were the people who inhabited this building happy? Where are they? The questions are endless and the not knowing can keep me up at night.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
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I like the way you think, goil!
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