The silent years

Sunday, January 15th, 2012
  • old house

    On the way to Lake Tekapo I came across a deserted old house. Such places fascinate me because I wonder how it is that a building, that was once a home, could fall into a state of such disrepair.

    This particular house was is an advanced state of decay. It was devoid of nearly all evidence of habitation aside from an old sitting room chair that was still in the corner by the front window.

    I wondered if this used to be someone’s favorite place to read through the pages of a book or browse a newspaper. Now it’s just some old chair, silent and alone unable to resist the decay that will surely swallow this old house and all the stories that go with it.