On the attic floor, 55 cheap foil roasting pans lined up in an (unsuccessful) attempt to capture rainwater.
The previous owner, still in the house on the morning we took possession. “She was like the ghost of her own house.”
The solarium ceiling, heavily damaged by rainwater.
Water damage threatening the stained-glass windows.
The original fuse box, with a single Frankenstein switch to turn it on and off. A leaky steam line shot water across its top.
On an attic door … because there are critters inside.
The garage roof, or what was left of it.
Approaching the front door was partly a matter of avoiding personal injury.
The garage wall. Sometimes decay is beautiful.
Water damage to the plaster in the solarium wall. Standing here, looking at the chandelier above, we made our decision. “We knew we belonged here.”
Water damage in the solarium.
