Down the long road of route 13, my husband and I headed down from Delaware to Corolla, North Carolina. Once we hit the Virginia state line I was hollering in the car mesmerized by so many abandoned buildings, while there was beautiful decay I was heartbroken by the burden I felt that was weighing on the eastern lands of Virginia. We passed forgotten shells of decaying haunted houses, shambled barns, closed motels and remnants of small ghost towns with general stores. Time has stopped and all that is left are skeletons.
While driving down south I snapped my little heart away, I found the unusual cropping and blurriness added to the sadness of these structures that remain.