beedingwood | following the footsteps of john harris
02|05|04

The house was in a dreadful state, the worst building Id thus far ventured to. The central portion of the building had collapsed onto the porch, leaving a gaping, mortal wound in its heart. In most buildings, this utter devastation would fix your eye; but here it was almost lost in the remaining structures, shapes and styles which cluttered and jostled for position around the gaping hole.