I see beauty in decay — the texture, the colors, the new shapes created
by thing falling apart. In this house were a human family once lived,
new life thrives. Baby birds were safely in a nest in the closet, a pack
rat or some other small animal had built a nest in the kitchen
cabinets. Nothing is wasted; everything has a purpose even when we don’t
see it at first glance.

Above re-posted from Chriss’ Case.

In the last few years, I have begun exploring abandoned houses in West Texas. I have photographed about five with my little point-and-shoot Kodak. While my photography skills are weak, I find so much beauty and emotion in the images.

I think about the families that made these dilapidated structures homes when they were shiny and new.  I think of how tough life must have been in this dry, hot land before all the modern conveniences. I wonder where the people went.

The elements and the creatures gradually reclaim the space. I find creatures making use of all the nooks and crannies. Hardy desert plants push their ways to the surface.

There is so much wonder and beauty in them that I would like to share.