Derelicts
Oh, the stories they could tell.
Oh, the stories they could tell.
We shape our buildings; thereafter, our buildings shape us. ~ Winston Churchill
What a fascination there is in wandering up and down in the deserted old tenement in some warm, dreamy country; where the vacant halls seem echoing of silence, and the doors creak open with the footsteps of strangers.... Up and down in such old specter housed one loves to wander; and so much the more, if the place be haunted by some marvelous story. ~ Herman Melville
There is mystery in a deserted, decaying artifact. Surely someone loved it once, perhaps when it was new and bright. Yet it now stands alone, in a state of disrepair, perhaps beyond restoration. How did it become so? What happened to the people that created it and recognized its promise? Buildings, machines, vehicles - and all their component parts - all seem to me haunted by untold stories.
What a fascination there is in wandering up and down in the deserted old tenement in some warm, dreamy country; where the vacant halls seem echoing of silence, and the doors creak open with the footsteps of strangers.... Up and down in such old specter housed one loves to wander; and so much the more, if the place be haunted by some marvelous story. ~ Herman Melville
There is mystery in a deserted, decaying artifact. Surely someone loved it once, perhaps when it was new and bright. Yet it now stands alone, in a state of disrepair, perhaps beyond restoration. How did it become so? What happened to the people that created it and recognized its promise? Buildings, machines, vehicles - and all their component parts - all seem to me haunted by untold stories.
Prince Edward Island Farmhouse
Part of my ongoing series.
Part of my ongoing series.
Derelicts on the Coast (Atlantic Canada)
An ongoing project.
An ongoing project.
