This house, in my opinion, is wonderful representation of isolation. This house is not in a neighborhood where it belongs, but set on top of rocks in the middle of a bay. The churning, murky water surrounding it, seperates it from the rest of the world, setting it apart from civilization. No one knows what is on the inside. It could be pulsating with joy, mixed with the warm memories of its passed. The walls reliving the cherished moment with each loved second that passed. Or, it could be dark and deserted. Never has anyone dared to cross the threshold and into the belly of the isolated home. The thick silence that roils through the inside is louder than any noise that happened the reverberate through the walls. It. Is. Alone.
This image was taken from: http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2008/08/07/garden/20080807-CLINGSTONE_index.html
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