Late Saturday afternoon I paid a return visit to “Ruined Finery”, a conglomerate of two long-neglected houses and a ramshackle barn not to far from my home. I wanted to see it again, now that the brush had died back somewhat, and to see what toll time and tide were taking. It was hushed and peaceful, and a bit sad, to witness what was happening. These are some shots from the barn. The late afternoon light washed the buildings in melancholy.
Photos by Joel Woodard