I. My friend Ayanah slept over last night and we had some fun with eyeshadow.
|straight faces don't last long.|
II. The next day we met up with our other friend Miranda, and wandered around Portland for a while taking photos (next post!). Then we broke into a house near where Miranda lives.
Well, an abandoned house.
From the 1800s.
Filled with cool stuff.
Like letters dated 1899.
I've mentioned how long I've been looking for a house like this, right? Years. This one? Perfect.
I love abandoned buildings with a burning passion.
|i went in first. Ayanah was quite a bit more enthusiastic about climbing through broken glass than Miranda.|
|what's on the walls, guys. what is that. seriously. what.|
|all three of us with our Nikons... dressed like hobos... that's how we roll.|
|this is one of my favorites. the front door.|
|into the attic.|
|hey Aya, good to see you too.|
|from left to right: history book, poster for a feedstore in "Yarmouthville" (nowadays just Yarmouth, ME), a 1917 National Geographic, a Victorian birthday card, and a change purse, a brooch, and a 1899 letter on top of another history book.|
|Miss Agnes M Call, Freeport, ME. not even a street address.|
|Check out E.T.Hathaway's phone number: 68•2. Mmmhmm. Yarmouthville.|
|cheque from June 28, 1910|
|every modern convenience, $2.00 a day. In 1899. Yeah.|
|there were a bunch of letters to Mr L. E. Ross. This one's from 1900, and as you can see below, someone wanted to buy his horse.|
|early 70s, I think? This was the most modern thing in there. After this, the house was boarded up. It was only recently unboarded.|
|victorian postcard. how amazing is she? I want to be her. look at that hat.|
|presumably one of the house owners in the 50s.|
|Aya with her jugs.|
|"no trespassing..." ah. yes.|
So that made me very happy.