Have driven past this poor old soul many times
thinking to myself I should stop and take photo's.
Finally got around to it this morning
in between errands and showers of rain.
I like pondering on why these houses
end up left to the elements and
what happened to the people that
inhabited them.
ahhhhh that's what my house once looked like..... never give up on an old dear - most of the time they just need a bit of lurve
ReplyDeletesounds like a labour of lurve Ronnie, and I bet it took a little more than just lurve to get your dear house back into livable shape. Well done you for helping it back to life!
DeleteGreat photographs.....and great sensitivity.
ReplyDeletethanks Ellen. You know me, such a sensitive soul (just so long as I'm not too tired!) (hardie ha).
DeleteI love tumbled down houses too. When I was a child, there was one like that near our home in Fig Tree Pocket. Naturally we kids all believed it was haunted ! Been watching a bit too much Scooby Doo I think!
ReplyDeleteHi Amanda, we had a couple of "haunted houses" around where I grew up too - the kind where you had to walk on the other side of the street so you didn't get pulled in by ghosts.
DeleteGorgeous photos! Sounds like you've got the subject matter for a book there. The worrying thing is that the new trend in the inner city is not to restore but to knock them down and put in a ghastly newfangled monster or two.
ReplyDeleteThanks Helen, I know what you mean and it's not just in the inner city - it's happening all over the place, and they squash so many cement boxes onto where one little house used to be. Soul destroying, isn't it! That's "progress" for you.
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