Maybe someone better with words could explain why it is abandoned houses always feel so fascinating when on the road.

I used to spend hours in them on my first bike trip… Tim and I would drag our bikes off the road, make lunch while sitting on a dirty, glass-covered floor. I would poke through old dressers, look for things that used to be important to someone. Baseball cards. Magazines with notes scribbled on the margins.

It was late when Larry came across this old farm-house – he stopped, took a few pictures, wandered around the back and peaked inside… but there wasn’t enough light to really find your way around.

He was only there a few minutes, and then he was back on his bike… I wondered when I was filming this when the last time anyone payed any attention to this empty home.