its not dark

I have a weird attraction towards old broken structures. Some times i think am i the only one? But am not n i know this from the pictures and art work i see in a lotta magazines and internet. But is my attraction limited to the picturesque ability of the structures? There is an old broken house on my way to home. Every time i see it i have this urge of getting off my bus and exploring it. There is this old building on the way to my native and i have had the same urge, i remember it as clear as if am standing in front of it although i visit my native twice or so a year and see that building for a fraction of a second. So may be for a few seconds every year.

There is some thing about these structures that fascinate me, it seems like they have a story to tell, of their patience, of their strength that came from witnessing all the worldly consequences. But some times they are just pretty to look at.  I know you don’t understand when i say ‘pretty’. They are broken, old and covered with moss and filth and yet i find them beautiful rather that’s why i find them beautiful. The old arch window frames or so much more vivid than box windows with waxed glass. They talk about an end unlike newly painted building. End is so not scary. End is certain; predictable unlike the start there is no anticipation no anxiety rather a strong sense of calm. I like the ends; beginnings are just too much work. Sometimes you make me think that may be am dark, but just because you can’t see what i see don’t make me dark, it can rather mean that you are shallow.

When you have won all the fights that there are to be won you are glorious but when you have won a losing battle you are the ultimate hero.  That is what am interested in documenting, so yup i like clicking old broken filthy structures.