I’ve always thought there was something sort of romantic about an abandoned house or building, in the artistic sense. There is an odd beauty to the desolation and ruin. It’s interesting to walk around a cold, dark house and wonder why it’s empty, where the usual stuff that fills a house are; the furniture, carpets, rugs, people, etc. as well as the things you don’t see; family, love and warmth. I also wonder why a house is empty; was it a foreclosure? Did no one want to buy it? Is it unstable or otherwise condemned?
Well last week I had a chance to go through a 146-year-old house in Goshen that is owned by the city. It faces an uncertain future but it’s a Queen Anne style that is full of beauty. It’s been empty for around 15 years and it’s hard to believe no one wanted it at the time, but now there is so much work to be done, but it still has much beauty.