Our neighborhood appears to be going downhill.
Houses built at the turn of the last century (when it was possible to raise a family on 40 acres and a mule) abandoned, since it is more efficient to put up a double-wide trailer to live in nowadays than to rework the old structures to be warm, painted, and bug free. Once the roof loses integrity it is just a matter of time and a few seasons until structure falls and returns to earth. Many of us in the area try to document these places through photos before they are just dark rectangles on the old geodesic maps. And this is just a holding action since photos have a habit of accumulating and becoming detritus to be discarded by a future family member who wonders why anyone would take a picture of an old falling-down house.
This left behind, probably too heavy to move -- and who would tune it? It is nice to think of the tunes that emanated from this instrument; probably religious music but who knows, maybe "Coming Round the Mountain" bounced off of the walls on occasion.
Makes me wonder what we will leave behind and what will become of it. Perhaps a future photographer will walk around our dusty house and wonder "why would they save that old piece of junk?"