When I moved to Northern California from Southern California I was surprised to see so many abandoned and rotting buildings in the landscape. One day, while passing by one, I started questioning why it had ended up that way. What it may have been used for at one time, what it looked like when new. Who had been born it it, lived in it and died in it. What sorrow and joy had emanated from it and what stories of tears and laughter it had felt and heard.
Abandoned In America No. 2