Tuesday, March 13, 2012  Wilder Pictures + Musings: On Untold
Stoires, A Beach Shack, And A Rundown Hotel  If I had to live on
a beach (you know, if someone really twisted my arm) I would
probably want my home to be this shack. At least in my romantic,
unrealistic mind I would; in actuality I think I'd like a nice
little bungalow with walls, a door, some running water, and a
real bed. But I did fall in love with this structure when I saw
it on the beach at Half Moon Bay in Antigua. I had brought my
camera there to take photos of a deserted, rundown hotel along
the shore, but as I walked down the hot, white, velvety sand I
came across this shack (more after the jump).  I stood in front
of it, amazed at my luck. You see, I have a weakness for
dilapidation. Unfinished or decaying objects and buildings
interest me more than polished and complete ones. Rough edges
and broken pieces tell stories and they let me imagine their
pasts, while finished buildings have walls that block out
possibilities. A well built, well