It amazes me why and how places that are abandoned, deserted or just not maintained slowly fade and become beautiful. They might seem sad, but somehow light caresses them in a special way. It’s a quality you can not fake, it is time that shapes them. These places are all around the world, in every city, town and village, slowly disintegrating. And somehow it’s comforting to know for sure that time exists, that time changes, that nothing stays the same.
