One of the things I actually like about my hometown is it's history, and it's abundance of old 1800's era buildings ('architecture porn') and creepy places. It's kind of a given that when you move to a new house in Ballarat, you're probably moving in with a ghost. Everybody in this town has a ghost story; I have a novel's worth of my own, in fact.
Yesterday I had a completely unplanned opportunity to explore the upper floors of one of the shops on the main street and discovered an old home complete with a claw-foot bath (CLAW FOOT BATH UGH), a huge cast iron stove and original wallpaper. (Ughh, originaaaal wallpaperrrrrrr.) It was dank, dark and lonely, but endlessly fascinating. I love trying to imagine the people who once lived there, who they were, and what they did with their lives when their home wasn't decaying and missing it's ceiling.
I only had my phone camera with me (kicking self), but I'm hoping I can bribe the owners to let me come back soon with my Canon (the lighting in the front room was stunning: lighting porn?)
DELIGHTFULLY CREEPY HALLWAY. Look at that arch!
DAT WALLPAPER, DAMN.
Old (and apparently dangerous) chemicals from back when the shop below was a chemist.
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