Wooden frames, never the same

“Old discarded buildings made out of wood, gently merging to the landscape, back to the earth from wheres they came, as they should, not too lame, huh?” Gun Roswell

Wooden frames, never the same

The island barren with only a few standing trees, but the houses they were building, out of wood you see, as the idea was to never make them be forever there, but only for the while as the dwellers stayed and lived their lives, in small hives. And now into rest they may finally lay, in the long and lingering process of decay. But do not feel sad or even sorry or for nature worry. As all that which was built from the land, by the land and with a lending human hand, will once again merge with the earth, as per rust to dust, or what ever the old saying. It is just a matter of time before they are all laid in, and one, with the ground. Then, in no time, soon to sprout, new trees, will be standing there instead, oh so proud.