A group of abandoned houses for decades, the vegetation that tries to riappropriasi of those poor areas, a grassy path that no one ever runs and sadness that I slow up, but deeper and more compelling.
A place that strikes deep in the heart and constricts the flow of copious tears.
It 'a dip in the history of late nineteenth century and early twentieth century, made of pellagra and misery, woe, work and minds clouded by wine and smoke, and also of minds trained intelligence necessary for the superfine tough survive.
From there they left the young people who emigrated to the Americas and made their fortunes with the intelligence and hard work, there remained only a few old and then did not stay anymore.
bella giorgio!! ;)
amazing urbex work, where is the house???
bruciato fuori alla finestra , ma bellissimo tutto l'interno
A Bit Bright at the Window but I like the overall processing of it........Well Done.
I like this
Great shot indeed. I love the red tone coming from the window and the chair.
Great story. I might add that I have seen this scenerio many times in America in the 50's growing up so not all streets are paved with gold as sometimes precieved.
This is excellent.
10! everything is perfect!
Has a pearlescent look to it.
I enjoy your poetic description as much as the photo itself.
Bellissimo scatto e ottima post!
Wonderful photography and your words.
I imagine my great-grandfather in the kitchen, before emigrating to my country.
For these things in life took the name of my grandmother (Cuello), but my grandfather was named Signori. I was originally Signorile and w
...I was originally Signorile and was deformed.
Love this! Just joined and this is going to be one of my fav's