Walking a block up the street from my house, I froze at this sight. A neighbor’s home was in the process of being demolished. What’s disconcerting is that it looks as if I took this shot while seated in a theater watching a play. It looks like a set, but it’s not. It’s somebody’s home being torn down. The walls have been rent asunder releasing ten million memories to the ether. I look at that staircase and think of children running down it insane with the anticipation of what Santa Claus had left them in the living room below.
Gone now, and I feel a pang of loss as I stare into what was once warm, alive, and full of joy. Now it’s just rubble to be carted away and forgotten. Heartbreaking.
Great pic, and I can only think, WHY PURPLE??? If only those old houses could talk…
Purple is my least favorite color. And why the “I Dream of Jeannie” archway that’s kind of cut off by the stairway?
Dunno, that whole thing is kinda strange…
If I run into the son of the woman that owned this house – I’m gonna ask him about that arch!