Abandoned buildings intrigue me.
Why were they abandoned? What happened to the people that used to live or work there?
How long have they been gone?
I first visited this old greenhouse at Rutgers Gardens in February
and found it hauntingly beautiful. I wanted to come back and see if it looked any different surrounded by lush green rather than ice and snow.
The change is remarkable. It has lost its air of forlornness. It seems almost alive now.
Is nature trying to get in or out?
Or is it trying to prevent us from reclaiming what was once ours?
If we braved the poison ivy and got in, could we get out again?
Or would we be trapped forever?
Maybe I will find the answers in the autumn.