Places

I pass by this abandoned house every morning on my way to work. Every time I see it, I imagine the soft winter morning light (when the sun sits lower in the sky) gently striking it, bringing out the colours that still remain and the resilience against time that the house represents. What remains to be seen is whether it also withstands the economy. Judging by the phone number painted in ink and brush on the door, it doesn’t seem so.

Others too, long since closed, evoke former times—lives, businesses, and moments that now survive only in the memories of a few.