“It was a mistake to think of houses, old houses, as being empty. They were filled with memories, with the faded echoes of voices. Drops of tears, drops of blood, the ring of laughter, the edge of tempers that had ebbed and flowed between the walls, into the walls, over the years.
Wasn’t it, after all, a kind of life?
And there were houses, he knew it, that breathed. They carried in their wood and stone, their brick and mortar a kind of ego that was nearly, very nearly, human.”
I have a friend photographer who loves to go inside these types of delapitated houses and shoot. He has found some real gems, but I don’t have the guts to go in them.
Oh I dont go into them 🙂 I just capture the outside 🙂 I am afraid what I would find haha Camellia Thanks for the visit and the comment and telling me about your friend who has more guts than me 🙂
Beautiful shots, Thomas! I would love to shoot such photos but like Camellia, I lack the courage to enter the abandon houses.
Yea I often thought it would be cool to go into them as well, however I am afraid what I would find 🙂 Nancy thanks for the visit and the nice remark 🙂
This must have been lovely once upon a time!
I think it was I love old houses too bad someone let this one go 🙁 Abigail thanks for the visit and the comment
That’s a really interesting house. Like your quote says, it must hold a lot of memories. And maybe ghosts, of course.
Maybe LOL I wont find out though 🙂 Tom Thank for the visit and the comment