The Britt House

 

This isolated beauty immediately captured my imagination.. She was standing alone on a remote rural corner calling out to me as a drove by.. An hour later I was back and crawling all over the place. Inside were empty oil drums and large tractor tires mixed in with chunks of ceiling and wall plaster.. The Kitchen was mostly collapsed in the back and exposed to the weather elements. I never did go upstairs, the last thing I wanted was to fall through the second level floor.

 

 

 

 

 

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