Wheelchair Decay

If you had said to me, 5 years ago, “Natalie you will not only look out for photos of Urban Decay, but you will actively seek them!” I would have laughed at you. I would have thought you insane. I could only see beauty in the natural word, the God created landscapes and animals. But now I find, in my collection of photos, not only a sporadic photo of urban decay but a whole collection. I find that I am interested, even intrigued by them. My mind starts to wonder about how long this has been like this? When last did someone call this place home, or work there? Why was it left to decay in the first place? I find that Italy has magnificent supply of Urban Decay, that every village has numerous untold stories rotting away just waiting for some to find it, it care again. This one, in particular, sports a wheelchair, and I cannot wonder at how it got be there? Why it would discarded, and why there? Surely it would have re-use value, repair value, but no it has become the royal throne to local weed community. It seems sad. I guess that is why Urban Decay is interesting, it stirs thoughts, questions and then emotions.