My brother and I stumbled across this house one day while driving. He pulled over and I whipped out my Polaroid Land Camera Automatic 440.
When I hopped out of his truck and into this abandoned front yard I had no clue that I'd be hopping into ankle deep mud.
But it was worth it. I now have this photographic memory of a place that was probably once a great home.
(I'm posting twice in one day? Scandalous, I know.)
