Another quarantine-era solo bike trip out to an abandoned property in South Brunswick, New Jersey. Just a tiny little house—probably from the 30’s or 40’s, uninhabited for at least 15 years. It’s incredible how beautiful something so forgotten can be.
I especially loved the yellows of the forsythia against the rust-patched storm doors. It’s like the interface between life and death. I also love me some spooky doors!