I've visited this old abandoned house before on my blog. It's haunting. The windows gape openly or are boarded up. The wood siding is peeling away and faded to interesting variations of the color it once was.
They say that for people, the eyes are the windows to the soul. So if the windows on a house are its eyes, what do they say about the soul of this house? That once it used to be loved? That once a child might have played and slept in the room with the peeling ceiling? That it heard laughter reverberate from its walls?
Or was it always just an empty shell?
Photos taken at Long Pond Ironworks, West Milford, New Jersey
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Posted by Lynne on 03/20/2013 at 06:31 AM
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