i really love old or abandoned houses.

there is something so beautiful and majestic about what used to be.

i have this poem by Lord Byron that i love and i wish i was really deep and could completely understand it, but i can’t. but somehow it resonates with me and i think it goes really well with how i felt when i was taking these pictures today.

“They say that Hope is happiness;
But genuine Love must prize the past,
And Memory wakes the thoughts that bless;
They rose the first- they set the last;

And all that Memory loves the most
Was once our only Hope to be,
And all that Hope adored and lost
Hath melted into Memory.

Alas! it is delusion all:
The future cheats us from afar,
Nor can we be what we recall,
Nor dare we think on what we are.”

when i get behind the camera, everything else disappears.