I don’t know about you, but I love falling down, abandoned houses and sheds. There’s something so sad yet beautiful about them. I love the faded colours and the weathered timber. I mourn the waste of these places, left to disintegrate ’cause for whatever reason, no one wanted to live in them and love them any more.
A few years ago I spent time photographing old sheds with greyed timber and rusty roofs. This trip I couldn’t resist some of the abandoned buildings we saw. There are too many of them…
This old church was one building we were able to walk around and even inside.
Inside it had a lovely curved roof and a small stage. Vandals had broken windows and most light fixtures. Rain and critters had done their share of damage as well.
Nature starting to assert itself, bushes starting to grow in through broken windows.
Around the back two outhouses, one still standing, the other on a serious lean. Would you visit this outhouse? I’m sure the redbacks living in there wouldn’t mind…
Next, a simple old farmhouse, one which already had plants growing over the porches and inside the front room. You can believe me when I say I stomped around really loudly as I explored. I wanted to let the snakes know I was there.
Around the back things were sadder. I know there are lots of reasons old homes might be abandoned, but it still makes me sad to see.
What was left of the sheds was a mess, but offered some great textures for photos.
This is one of my favourite photos, an old door and a bit of old metalwork…
This old house stole my heart. It would have been such a beauty when it was loved.
As it stands now, sagging verandah and rotten timbers, I wondered if it would be possible to restore it or if it was too far gone. Too far gone I think. But what a lovely old home… A part of me wants to know if its for sale…
There were sheep grazing in the yard so I’m guessing the old farm was bought by a much larger property, the old farmhouse not needed and left to eventually become part of the landscape.
Sigh…
This little cottage is definitely beyond any hope. From the outside it looks a bit of a wreck…
With the leaning chimneys…
And inside is more of a wreck. The place has perhaps been gutted as well.
Look at the colours of the ceiling timbers! If I was salvaging bits of this house I’d be taking those ceilings, rotten timbers or not!
And look at the old bits of newspaper and wallpaper still clinging to the walls.
If I can’t restore and love these places, can I at least salvage from them?
Apparently no. It’d be considered stealing.
No fun!
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That church, and those beautiful doors; I’m in love. You’re right — seeing that kind of decay and waste of beautiful places is very sad.
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I love the photos you took. I, too, feel that someone — anyone at all — could have used them instead of the buildings falling into decay.
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I know what you mean about the old houses. There were many on the way to my grandmother’s house. There was one we called the haunted house. Inside there was even the remains of an old organ. We children thought that was so much fun and loved playing ghost in there not that we would be left alone but it was fun.
I too still wonder about the former occupants and there stories.
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Yes, I do all those. Wonder about the history of the place, the people who lived there, what their lives were like, but I also wonder why the houses were abandoned and am sad for that. Still, there’s something so beautiful about the decay of something once loved.
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Loved this post. Your photos are great.
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Thanks Kim!
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