You never know what you might find, when you turn down less traveled roads.
We stumbled upon this row of old forgotten houses one evening.
The construction machine caught our eye, and we couldn’t resist a closer look. These houses may not be here in another week.
It’s strange to think about the first people to live in each house. And how nice it must have once looked.
I wonder how many meals were once cooked here.
I wonder what happened to all these little homes.
Very eerie. I wonder what the fate of these little houses will be.