Whenever I walk through North Road, I stop by these gates
And I peer inside
Trying to see as much as I can
Through the dense foliage
Ferocious growth
And tangled vines
I glimpse a dark window here
An old fountain there.
But the merciless verdure pushes me back
And I retreat
Turning back for one last look
And another
Before going my way.
8 comments:
lovely clicks
Beautiful series of shots of both the bungalow and the foliage enveloping it...
There is just something - mystery, romantic atmosphere, history, stories - about old houses that makes me gravitate towards them. Your pictures make me curious about this house and its stories. Also, just one hope: it is allowed to be left the way it is and not be subject to erasure by being demolished
Mysterious and intriguing, Priya. Love the iron work..
I'm like you, this place would make me linger too. so lush!
Very tempting! I would be over the fence in a flash..... if someone was with me.
Oh, wow, this looks enchanted!
Love this post, your words together with the beautiful pictures ...
and maybe one day you climb over the fence... :)
Ladies, thank you for your comments :)
Nancy, yes, I'd really like to climb over that fence, however I think I'd like to send Robyn over first.
Priyanka, I'm very curious about this house too. It is just a matter of time before it is erased like so many others in this lovely part of the city.Photographing it is one way of keeping it with me I guess.
There is just something - secret, loving environment, record, experiences - about old homes that creates me move towards them. Your images create me inquisitive about this home
Gold For RS
Gorgeous!
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