A Place Called Home

It was one of those delicious winter mornings, crisp and sunny. And I found myself yet again poking around in an old and tumbledown house. I look just a little harder, peer into those nooks, seek the ghosts and shadows of the past and revel in the shafts of bright light, the decay, rust and peeling paint.

{Yashica TL Electro/Agfa APX100}