The Windows Are Illuminated by the Evening Sunshine Through Them

Just so you know, this will mostly be a photo post because I'm tired and I've been a little on the angsty side lately. My, but how the Seasonal Affective Disorder sets in earlier and earlier every year.

I think I mentioned earlier this week that I took photos of a tornado ravaged house on Governor Street. Before it was condemned, it used to be some kind of half-way house for guys who all seemed to be heavily medicated one way or another.

I took the opportunity to investigate it on Saturday afternoon, right when the last home football game was getting out. All the cops had their hands full directing traffic, and giving out tickets for public urination, or whatever the hell they do right after a football game. They were far too busy to notice me trespassing.

Even though I know from first-hand experience how dangerous a house can be after it's been hit by 150 mph winds, I still walked in through the open door. A woman I work with told me I was stupid since there could have been a homeless person in there. Little does she know, most of the homeless people in town know and love me because I used to serve them coffee and beer on a daily basis.

The first thing I saw when I walked into the house, was this pair of boots, just exactly how you see them here. I wonder how they ended up there like that? Do you think someone was walking out of the house with them and noticed that they had a particular, moldy, tornado scum odor and dropped them in the kitchen before they left?

This is what the rest of the kitchen looked like. I thought about shooting this in black and white, but I liked the red color on the inside of the cupboards. Everything was exactly how I found it here. I've handled enough stuff with tornado jizz on it, that I refuse to touch anything like it again. Just know that if you get hit by a mighty wind, I may do whatever else I can for you, but I won't be moving your nasty shit.

I'm not sure if the bathroom here really looked all that much different before the storm. And again, why the hell is there an old lampshade next to the toilet?

Finally, this is the view of the basement through the non-existent window. It kind of feels like watching TV, if there was a really, really depressing program about forgotten items with severe abandonment issues on.

I hope you enjoyed this photo post about a decrepit building. Stay tuned next week when I bring you pictures of disfigured children and abused pets. If I have to have Seasonal Affective Disorder, then everyone else gets to feel it too...Hey, wait. Where did everybody go?