Living things become old and die. Man made things will also perish, if not maintained. Paint peels, mortar crumbles, and bricks will fall to the earth and break apart.
Things made by men, fade like men, slowly, irreversibly, and sometimes beautifully.
Old, dilapidated, rotting, and broken, this structure is so beautiful.
A leftover from times long gone, this lonely swing set is slowly eaten by the elements.
Murder, terror, or pretty ducks on a pond, they may all be in these windows.
Long ago abandoned, this home sits in tribute to all the children who laughed there.
At first glance one might think this workhorse is now retired, but a look at the tires would suggest that it may be used from time to time, despite the tall weed kissing it.