Is it neglect?  Is it punishment for failing to keep the hay dry? Why has someone let this happen? Maybe it’s a cover…perhaps there’s a meth lab inside.  Or, maybe, someone who values her privacy lives there.   An absentee owner may have simply forgotten it.  I’m banking on neglect.

John Swinburn

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One Response to Neglect

  1. Juan says:

    Love this! So many times I have seen places like this in South Texas. What must it be like to walk into that space of your picture?

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