Crumbling and blowing away in the light breeze, the roof of the shack has shingles barley hanging on. The door to the shack lays next to the door frame on the front porch which is now more of a hazard than a veranda. The shack is missing large chunks of the walls and one can see straight through the building in many place. The walls are coated with fuzzy molds and fungus while the exposed wooden frame has been eaten away in many places by worms.
Abandoned Shack, Wasteland
barn cat
lost traveler
I was daydreaming the other day while taking the wagon to market. Suddenly, I realized I was lost. I had been travelling for some time and had no idea where I was. Luckily, I was not the only lost traveler. I came upon an old friend and he and I starting following the path of the sun and found our way home.