demolishing a house

Images from both before and after the house next door was demolished.

The jaws of this piece of machinery reminded me, somewhat, of the head of a dinosaur. It sits waiting to be attached to the JCB ready to load the next pile of rubble into a dump truck.

How sad that one of the few patches of color among the destruction was provided by a pile of charred papers that had fallen through a hole in the bedroom floor as the house burned. In it was a jumble of old bills, magazines written in Italian, picture postcards, letters, Christmas cards and an image of the Virgin Mary.

The warm, earthy tones of a pile of corrugated iron sitting in a tangled pile waiting to be loaded onto the dump truck.

The heat of the fire caused the paint to blister and peel off the walls. Actually it reminded me of one of those aerial photographs.

Looking through a window that will no longer capture the view. The newly exposed timbers of the wall create strong geometric shapes to frame the view one last time.