Somewhere Near Macon
Here are a few photographs that I took on the way to Macon – if you know anything about me I love to get lost, it makes me find things that are amazing. This street was so desolate, and yet not – it was like even the poorest of the poor wouldn’t live there.
Beautiful in my eyes. Sometime in the past these houses were loved, little feet may have run across the floors, laughter may have sounded out, and parents may have called little ones to dinner.
Fanciful I know. I can’t help it – it’s part of why old houses hold a dear place in my heart. Especially those houses left behind.