Rusty tin roof. Vine covered eaves. Boarded up windows. Sagging steps. Peeling paint. Leaning chimney. Weed-choked yard.
What's your story, little house?
From whence have you come to this end?
Skillfully crafted with love and care. Carefully groomed, maintained, and admired.
Wind, weather, sun and chill of night; the years exact their toll.
Is this a fate we all will share... in the end...
a buzzard's roost?
Photos courtesy of Jay Randolph