The House That Time Forgot

I was out taking a walk during a time when my camera was an Extention of my arm.

The House That Time Forgot 🕰️🌿
by Tee M.

I was walking along the shore of St. George’s Island when I saw it—an old house standing against the wind. Its green shutters still clung to their hinges, stubborn as memory, though the paint had begun to peel away in long, tired curls.

There was something haunted about it—not in a ghost-story way, but in the way forgotten beauty lingers. I couldn’t help but wonder who once stood at that window, who laughed within those walls, who looked out toward the same restless ocean before me.

Now she stands quietly, weathered and waiting, as the years steal what’s left of her color.

People are like that too, aren’t they?
Sometimes life chips away at us, and we forget that we were once bright, loved, and full of laughter. But even in the peeling paint, there’s still a story—still a soul worth seeing.

The photo was taken with my Nikon D90 still my favorite camera.