I love those pictures. I get a feeling of melancholy about abandoned places, or buildings, or other structures. There is something beautiful about them.
Some may look at those pics and see desertion. I see a hidden history; I wonder about the people who once enjoyed those buildings. Somebody fell in love there, another lost their heart, someone enjoyed an ice cream cone, some child cried because their cone did not hold up to the summer heat. Some time in the spring, the place would come out of hibernation, and the locals would say "Hey, it must be spring, Pleasure Island is open again!"
These places speak to me.
Thanks for the link, limey.
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