Side Porch, originally uploaded by p2wy.

Poetry, Texas is where I grew up. There isn't really much there... 3 churches, a feedstore and about 300 people. The only historic structures left (most of the town burned a hundred years ago) are 2 of the churches, a couple of old (and fascinating) cemeteries and this house. It belonged to the matriarch of a childhood friend's family and it's in even worse shape now than this picture shows.

I don't know how someone can just let something so dear to them go like this. That being said, my great-grandmother's house was moved across town and now looks nothing like it once did (a stately farm house on top of a hill). My grandparents' home was also moved...and I don't even know where to. Perhaps I have no room to talk, but I can't imagine driving by a place that hold so many memories every day and just letting it rot.

I took this shot on a beautiful day... the sun burning through the leaves and leaving this wonderful light on the porch. I only had a point-and-shoot at the time but left with a great set of shots of this fading beauty.