Sometimes you'll drive along and find an old house caving in on the side of the road. Why do I love old shacks so much? I think they just spark my curiosity. Who lived there? What did the furniture look like? What did the kitchen look like? Were the people there happy? Unhappy? Did they appreciate the beauty of that slant of light coming through the window? You look for emotional or visual clues among the remains, but only silence speaks. I love the mystery.
photos and words by Rebecca Wood