I visited my parents last weekend because my brother from New Hampshire was there for his vacation. Out of the six kids, only one and his family still live in our hometown. It’s a small town that has lost all its industry in the last 20 years. With that loss went the jobs. And when the jobs went, the people began to leave, too. They went from a population of 4,000 to 2,000, so I’m estimating in another 20 years they may be down to just 500 or so residents.
Ghost towns are popping up everywhere. That’s why I felt a connection when I looked at Lynette’s photos of Helena.
I really wanted through that blue door. I did hear a noise once coming from a hole in the ceiling (and screamed, I think) as I walked through the room but kept coaching myself–convinced I would regret it if I didn’t continue. After what seemed an eternity, I reached the other side of the room.
If I had a lot of free time, I would adore going through old houses taking photos and documenting what’s left of their lifetime.