The cobblestone streets led me to an enigmatic relic—an old, weathered building that stood defiant against the passage of time. Its walls bore the scars of countless seasons, each crack and peeling paint layer a testament to memories etched into its very essence.
The windows, some boarded up like secrets held too close, others revealing glimpses of the past, beckoned me closer. The sun, cast its golden brushstrokes upon the facade. Shadows danced, revealing hidden nooks and crannies. I imagined the building’s heyday…
Posted for Dawn’s Monochrome Madness
Ritva Sillanmäki Photography 
That is a great old building Ritva. It is one thing about Australia that is hard, we just don’t have really old buildings.
Thanks Leanne. That is true, but you still have some 🙂
These old buildings hold so many stories. I love them.
Great shot and perfect for this theme!
Thanks Sarah
Monochrome and old buildings are like hand and glove. Well done!
Thanks Frank 🙂 I like how you worded that, I agree with you
So much texture!
Lovely, as always Ritva. Thanks for linking up.
Thanks for hosting