No one ever expects to be abandoned. It starts with a For Sale sign, at a time when most modern homes still sit unsold. After a few years pass, that's traded in for No Trespassing, hand-painted and nailed up in view of the road. Then the power gets disconnected, the last owner dies, and the inheritee doesn't have the time or money to tear down or renovate. That's when I come along, passing with the passage of years, watching to see what the seasons can do. It's a strange little story, surely, a twisted tale of time taking over. But it's what I live for, and if not for dereliction, there'd be a lot less wonder in my life.
January 2, 2018
West Dalhousie, Nova Scotia