I really like old places, and one of that things that I find interesting is going to abandoned houses. There aren’t that many in Santa Fe–lots of old houses, but not abandoned ones. There is, however, one on a road that leads out of town, and about two weeks ago, I stopped in to take some photos.
What I love about an abandoned house, is the feeling I get when I’m there. One of sadness, but one of touching life that has been lived at a place; of touching history. A bit of mystery too, of trying to figure out who lived there, and what their life was like.
I was fascinated by this house, a long while before I went to it. It’s an old bungalow in a land of flat-roofed pueblo style houses. Blue exterior paint in a land of brown stucco. Inside there were lavender walls with white trim windows; a chandelier and a nice brick fireplace. Outside a high fence and a a dog house. A fire had obviously happened at some point. Was that what caused the abandonment? Why was the old rag doll left behind?
Sadness that the life of this fabulous old house is over, but a feeling of lives well lived. Hope you enjoy the visit.
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