My little town would never have won an award for quaint villages, but since the economic downturn it has become rife with abandoned and neglected properties. I’m not sure why, but I felt compelled to photograph some of these places. They exude a sense of despair, and create in me a sense of discomfort and irritation. These are just the tip of the iceberg, I could have taken 100 such photos.
“The contemplation of things as they are without error or confusion without substitution or imposture is in itself a nobler thing than a whole harvest of invention” ~Frances Bacon
I don’t know if it is noble or not, especially when it makes me hate the mean, dirtiness of this town.