On our way to the cemetery, Deb and I passed an abandoned, rundown house. We purposed to stop and take a look around on the way back. (Don't worry, we stayed outside.)
View from the road
The front door. It wasn't until I got up close that I noticed the doorknob is on the door casing instead of on the door itself. I wondered who took the time to remove the knob and reattach it to the doorpost and why.
My partner in crime.
The interior. Needs a little bit of work. Maybe a support beam or two.
Every old house needs a junk pile.