There is something mysterious about old buildings, especially if they are abandoned or even barely standing up. When I take a picture of these old trophies, I often wonder what they were like 50 or 60 years ago, how long have they been left to rot, who owned them and what did they use them for. I especially like the abandoned picture of the house, which was taken in Springbrook. Who lived there, did they have children, was it owned by a prominent citizen of the town, what was it like living there? These old buildings may not be much to look at, but they have a story and a history and have a beauty beyond words. I believe that when God looks at us He sees us in a way that people around us may not see. He sees a thing of beauty, because He sees us through His Son.
