Work in progress.
I snapped this picture when in town the other day.
Abandoned and ruined buildings always fascinate me. This one is clearly work in progress, which gladdens me because houses which are left to fall apart make me sad. There’s so much history lost with a house. Perhaps nobody of much importance lived in it, but every house was someone’s home once. Families were raised in it, laughter shared, burdens shouldered, hearts broken and mended. It’s human history, and that’s what interests me.