An old brick garage, the roof long ago collapsed, shards of glass remain in the broken widows. Trees over grown, the remains of a cultivated flower bed by the side door of a house. Plants grow in cracks in the driveway. A slow return to nature.

The lacey peak of shingled colonial. The deep eaves in shadow, paint worn away over time. A boarded up window, once leaded glass? facing west, reflections of a tree in the glass that remains.