"A life without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth." Antoine de Saint-Exupery
We decided to travel around some of the countryside that we usually don't venture into in search of some new locations and in particular some derelict buildings (am currently obsessed with them). We happened to find this house down an old lane, I can't express how eerie and melancholy it was being in it. Nearly everything was still in tact inside, from old letters to anniversary cards and tins of food. Looking around we found it belonged to an elderly couple called Arthur and Frances, it appears both of them passed away and the house has been left to go into disrepair. While I was inside I couldn't help but think of all the memories this little house must have captured...
I actually captured this over two months ago, but was unsure it fitted into my usual 'style', so it never again saw the light of day....until this evening. I was processing some images I took this morning and I saw this in my Lightroom library. I thought it might be interesting to share due to the myriad of little details, even though I don't think it's one of my better Project 52 images.