I wonder what memories this house holds- the good and the terrible that every home keeps within its walls. Privacy where privacy is essential and joyfully open doors of fellowship whenever possible. Stress and happiness. That’s the definition of any house or apartment, of any place someone calls home. A place to make memories and rest your head at night.
But what happened to this home that turned it into a vacant house? When I originally took this picture I thought of a haunted abandoned house. As I looked into the picture further I realize it wasn’t the emotion of fear but deep sadness that passes through to the viewer. Every house starts with so much potential, with excitement and energy of a new life and new joy it will bring. To see a house, a home, at the end of its life being taken back by nature isn’t just abandoned but tragically desolate. It’s empty of purpose.
Chris and Laura