Second installment of houses left behind. These were located on the outskirts of town (or what was left to remain as the outskirt). Roofs become caves, floors become waves. Personal items pile up on living room floors, mimicking the poisonous mountains surrounding the town.
A feeling never felt before comes over one when walking up and down the streets of a town with no residents. It must have almost felt similar to those who lived in Picher up until its final days. At one end of the block sits a house collapsing in on itself, water bogged and retreated. The floors lined with broken glass, magazines, childrens toys and rusted appliances. A few houses down stands a respectable modern American two story home, spotless inside, still with an aroma of a family room essence in the air. A few houses down sites a concrete foundation mapping out where there were once rooms and walls...