When I was living in Gainesville in the late Eighties, I dated a man who lived in a house much like this one. It might even have been this one. In a town inhabited by a huge transient population of students, many living hand to mouth, the quaint old places survive better than they might do elsewhere. The eerie green light here is perfect.
"Why do you come here?" by Greg Turner | To see his other photographs, click here | To see the full-sized photograph at Flickr, click here |
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