On a sunny Sunday - while on a mission to take my best friend exploring for the first time, we were detoured from our initial quest to explore an abandoned school in rural South Carolina. As most of you may know, Sundays are not always the best day to explore the southern backroads. Oftentimes lined with small, still functioning chapels, Sundays are often a mixed bag of risks for explorers in the South.
Oftentimes however, things happen for a very specific reason, this was one of those times. As we made our way down the road of the abandoned school, we quickly feast our gaze on a small church just across the way, still active - people enjoying their service.
We quickly decided we wanted to wait until people have cleared the area to enjoy our explore. So we drove away - and headed aimlessly in any direction to potentially find something to kill the time.. and we did.
Driving out to the school, this little house already caught my eye so luckily I knew there was potential just waiting for us to explore.
Although almost but a shell of itself, this little house was an unexpected, yet magical find. I'm a sucker for a time capsule.. of any size. This one didn't disappoint.
To be honest, I haven'd tried to dive in to the full history of this home so I have no details on ownership or its story.. oddly enough.. this one feels like it's meant to stay a mystery.. so for now, a mystery it will stay.
The photos, the spirit and the energy of this house left me with questions that for once.. didn't demand any answers. Capturing the essence of whomever lived here was a gift, one I will never take for granted.. the lace and dust.. the sunlight.. it all tells its own story, I hope I did it the justice it deserves.. who knows how much longer it can cling to natures reclamation to keep what's left of it in tact..
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