Beloved was determined to visit a few of the older places today. The areas that people have long abandoned. The sites haunted, or so they claim.
Beloved doesn’t believe they are haunted, other than by the history of what they once were. Like myself, he finds the places to be beautiful in their abandoned states. Bits of the inhabitants’ personalities pop through here and there. Some times you see it in abodes decorations. Turn your head in the right direction, and you catch a glimpse in graffiti or art. Step back and study architecture for bolder personality glimpse.
Not able to go with him, I implored him to take a good camera, which he failed to do. Blame it on the early hour he left, before the sun even started to lighten the horizone or his hasty departure, or some other reason, the fact is he left with only his phone and a small camera.
The falling darkness of the evening announced his arrival. So did the barking of four-feet, but that’s another story. Hungry, disheveled, and tired, he happily showed the pictures he captured and a short video of his adventures.
Several of the pictures show colors on crumbling walls. You can almost see the brilliant colors the owners had painted them before they faded over time and exposure to the elements. One picture shows a vessel placed in a niche, clearly someone’s taste in decor.
He vowed we would visit together, spend more than just a few hours there when I was up to it. He said the four-footed one would love it too. For now, though, there are pictures to explore and the echoes of the humans who were here before.