“If only walls could talk.”
Have you ever been driving down a country road and for a quick moment see something out of the corner of your eye that causes you to pause? Of course you have and sometimes you stop, but most of the time you think you don’t have time and keep driving.
This weekend I drove past a set of steps leading up to “a house that someone once called home.” It was standing at the top of a hill against an overcast sky. After pulling over and driving up the road to one side, something on the right side of the house caught my eye: the roof had caved in and a vine had somehow wound its way to the top of the roof. Since there was no-one around to ask, I can only assume it’s been deserted for a long time and will eventually rot away without anyone to care for it.
Now, if only walls could talk, I wonder what kind of story they would tell me about this deserted house?
Written and Photographed by Mary Gilmartin, April 23, 2013