For me, there is no greater mystery than an old house. I want to know its history, the people wholived there and the times they experienced. A house says so much about its setting, its slice of history and the values people had. It reveals the advances and trends in technology, motion, social relations and family values.
It is like a sponge in the way it can absorb the energies - both good and bad - of the people who resided there. Its poor construction can cause headaches like the sprawling Winchester House of California. Bungalows, designed to fulfill a life philosophy of comfort, welcome, and artistry can retain a sense of home even while setting trash strewn and vacant.
This photo I found in a tiny old shop ages ago...the photo called to me as these houses so often do. I see this photo and I see mystery...was it torn down or lovingly restored? Do cars park where that house once stood so lovely and proud? Have other families been sheltered and welcomed through that front door?
Unknown, and unanswerable, the house represents all the history lost, forgotten or discarded. We are all poorer for the absence.