This week has been about destruction. Demolition, specifically.
When we bought our house, it came with two outbuildings- one small shed in the middle of the yard and a two- car garage made out of cement blocks, circa roughly the 1940s. This is a classic Baltimore sort of structure- cheap to make, very utilitarian, and if built correctly nigh- on indestructible.
Ours wasn't built correctly, more's the pity. The footings gave out a few years ago and it has been steadily sinking, the rear right corner especially sloping back to the earth. It was covered in ivy- the only thing I think was holding it together- and it was full of random crap from the previous owner. Oh, and bees. There were a lot of damned bees in there, too.
It was an eyesore, putting it lightly. Behold, the horror of my backyard.
I watched the demo from my studio window. It was brilliant.
It still surprises me, some mornings- I have these strange, What happened to that ghastly garage? moments, but even then, it's not a moment of concern, just confusion. One more step managed.