The Yellow House, remembered.

Gentle reader:
As you may or may not be aware, The Yellow House was one of my favorite sites.  That is correct, was.  Traveling back there today to document the further decline of the manse, I was dismayed to find a port-a-potty and construction fencing blocking my way.  This can only mean one thing with abandoned structures: demolition. The state has finally called checkmate on one of the crumbling houses I frequent.  Even vacant buildings in the middle of the woods have shelf lives.

The green "cold tits" wall.

Gin tub, 2nd floor.

For photos on what it used to look like, see entry on The Yellow House.  Rest in pieces.