When I see an old house like this one, I wonder what it would say if it could talk. What stories it would tell me of the people who inhabited it's walls. I wonder, would it tell me stories that would make me laugh, perhaps the people who lived in this house were fun loving people who on every given occasion played pranks on each other.
Maybe they just liked to sit around and play games together and tell jokes over a good cup of coffee. I wonder, if it would tell me sad stories, perhaps it would tell me stories that would break my heart for those who lived here in the past.
I wonder, if it would tell me stories of romantic acts of heroism or maybe stories of helping slaves to freedom. I see old homes like this and I am compelled to stop and photograph them, it is as if the houses call to me longing to tell me their stories. I wonder if there is anyone who knows the story of this old home.
It was almost 3 years ago when I shot this house. I didn't go inside that day, I will be going back to the area where this house stood in a few months if it still stands I intend to go inside it and shoot. I wonder, if I will talk to me while a I am inside it.
I wonder!
Photoman
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