Anything that happens after a moment is history. One of my favorite things to do, I capture images of abandoned places. If I can find the information, it puts my imagination to rest, and gives me the facts.
Came across this yesterday, along Hwy 59 near Jacksboro, Texas. Very old, with who knows what kind of stories attached. I have yet to find information, but will reblog with it, if and when I find something.
In all of its obvious turmoil, this provided a home for someone. It was handmade. Love and labor. I feel grateful to have seen this, thankful to have taken photographs, and I pray the loss of this entailed no fatalities.