The fading facade of an old farmhouse emerges from behind the leafy branches of trees. Rotting wooden planks of a door stand out against the washed out drywall. A single window, slightly ajar, separates the darkness within from the rest of the world.
To the right of the door is a rusting tank- a cylindrical giant that looms silently over the rest of the house. Flowers blooming below show that not all is decaying.
The front of the farmhouse is cold and barren, with streaks of black blemishing the pale canvas. Two second story windows resemble eyes- eyes that are empty, and can no longer see. Bricks are beginning to show near the house’s foundation as vines take their grip on man’s domestic edifice.
Although the farmhouse will continue to wither away, nature brings life to that which is abandoned.