I thought an update on the little old house down the highway was in order. I stop every now and again to take more photos to track the progress of its demise, and then I compare them to the last photos I took. If you compare May 12th to now, you can see that the roof has collapsed onto itself even further, but stubbornness prevails, and it’s just not quite ready to give up yet :). Hang in there little buddy!!
Wow, it’s like a little chunk of the house is still holding of for dear life. I think we will all be sad when it goes!
I know :(. I will be so sad when the little house is not there anymore to photograph. It’s like a famous landmark around here.
Oh No! I am feeling so sad for the little house in its last throes of life. I wish I knew all the memories it still holds.
I’ll bet it has some awesome stories to tell :).
I get so wrapped up in houses and buildings like this. I’m glad to know I”m not the only one rooting for the crumbling ones. 🙂
I totally understand. What is it that draws us to them? Sometimes I think it’s wondering what stories the house would have to tell if it could talk. I bet they would be fascinating. I also admire its strength and endurance. It’s going to fight until the bitter end. Welcome to the Loonybin by the way :).
I relate very much to these photos Cindy and to your effort to photograph them properly. I often run into houses in severe state of disrepair (usually various states of collapse) like this in my travels across America and rarely pass them by without making a photo. There is often a quiet sadness to them because what I see is a place that was once built through someones dreams and is filled with the energy and memories of all those who once lived there. Because places like this are historic (vintage, old, etc.) you might try photographing it in black and white because it can oftenhelp bring out some of the textures add to its feeling of history. ~ Rick