Wednesday, June 22, 2005
The end of a home
About one month ago, I took some pictures of an old house on the verge of demolition. I thought that capturing it before it disappeared forever would be a nice way of reminding myself that newer isn't always better. The resulting entry was called Awaiting its fate, and I invite you to click back to see what it once was.
For some reason, that image has stuck in my mind since then, so last week I went back to the site. The house was still there, albeit in a somewhat more advanced state of demolition. When the house is completely gone, the way will be cleared for the law firm next-door to build yet another box.
Your turn: Are cities losing their uniqueness and sense of scale because of this seemingly relentless removal of heritage properties? If you had the power, what would you do to stop it?