Hooting and tooting to scare evil off.
Banging drums and kettles to ward off gloom.
It's tough out there.
Mother and child.
Coming or going.
Wearing traditional costumes.
All of a sudden the locals start flocking the street.
Where a big town is small.
In the end the building always surrenders.
and tear apart !
Clench...
grab it ...
get closer and..
Reach out and...
A tsunami of debris threatened to overflow their refuge.
The crew had gone ashore in spite of the dismal surroundings.
Heavily damaged they docked and waited for unlikely repairs.
Forced by a foreign power, the fleet had to seek harbour elsewhere.
Demolition can be unvoluntarily creative.
Disembowelled, then demolished.
Reflection...
Its bowels already dangling through a hole.
The doors open up to a nasty drop.
Board to board.
Metal to metal.
Bricks to bricks.
A heap of bricks started growing where a building had been before.
Occasionally the road offered a windowlike view on the next village.
There she was, concentrating, thinking, making up her mind. Life is hard for a pupil.
The moment I entered the room the building sank into the surrounding shrubs and bushes.
