On our way to Portland for Memorial Day Weekend, Pat had to pull over and take care of something for work in Madras, which is a tiny little town with nothing awesome in it... except for this ghostly and abandoned house near where we pulled off. So, while Pat took care of work, I walked down the road to take a couple shots. I just love old homes and buildings. I can't help but wonder who lived here, if they had a family, if they had a farm, where they came from, and where they went. I love the eerie emptiness and the unanswered questions.
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