The master bath.
It’s not always pure filth. This home in St. Paul was quite clean, and only had a few things left behind. The bathroom caught my eye because it looks like someone started to clean it and then gave up. The shower curtain, the picture on the wall, the roll of toilet paper, the toothbrush, it all lends a lived-in feel.
In the basement.
The rest of the house had been mostly cleaned out. Just a few odds and ends were left.
Living room.
In the living room bay window ledge.
In the garage.
The garage was the only place that offered clues to who lived there. There was this cassette rack that shows someone’s taste in music. There was evidence of a previous life in Chicago, including newspapers and an apparent preference for the Cubs and Bears. There was a security guard uniform hanging from the rafters. And so it goes.
