Well.....I think these photos speak for themselves that they may well indeed be the last ones I take of this poor old crumbling house. By an eerie coincidence, when we stopped the car to take the photos, another car was parked there and a man was getting out, eyeing me suspiciously. I told him I try to photograph this house every year and he said ,"It's my house." I replied, "REALLY?" (hoping that maybe he would tell me a bit about it.....but he seemed to want to be left alone.) He took a couple of shots of it with his iPhone and turned to leave. I said, "I like photographing this house so much that I even made a gingerbread house of it." He said, "Are you interested in buying the property?" I said, "How much?" Then he just said, "It's not for sale." He went back to his car looking a bit lost in thought and sad. My guess is he inherited the property from a deceased relative and was going to hang onto it for sentimental reasons, and was sad to see what years of neglect had done to the house that he probably grew up in. That's my guess, anyway.
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