My thoughts often wander back to Kentucky where I lived for six years before moving to Oregon. One category of thoughts was the historic architecture in the rural areas and small towns. Old rural architecture has been one of my strong interests since I was young. The house above resided on the main road of a small town I often rode through. Its exterior appeared to be original to when it was built -- probably about the late 1800s. I especially liked its gingerbread trim on its front porch along with its old metal roof.
Before I left I found out some bad news about this old lady of a house. It was going to be torn down -- probably. I moved before a decision was made. I didn't want to know that this home, full of over a hundred years of cultural ways, would be removed from the town's main street.
So I moved and never inquired what the decision was. I wanted to remember it like it stood so old and elegant in its worn sort of way.
To me -- change is not always for the best.