The house across the street from where I grew up was demolished this week. It seams that anyone who moves into the neighbourhood just tears down the existing house and puts up something new and shiny. Not cool. My parents’ place was built in 1910 or 1920. It’s got character, the new houses don’t.
The funny thing about the whole situation is that the owners moved out a year ago and someone flipped it over the last year only to have the new owners tear it down. What a shame, it was a nice house.
It’s interesting that they didn’t fence off the property and just left it like this over night. The fence went up the next day but to leave it overnight without one is dangerous. I wanted to explore it but I didn’t trust it if I started poking around. Plus no one would of known I was there.
This is a three image stitch.