It's an inside joke in my family that my grandmother, who is an accomplished artist, can only really paint 'old gray buildings.' Now, this isn't true - she can really paint anything, but one of her favourite subjects is falling down, old buildings. In a post earlier this fall, I posted 'feral houses' and that's an idea that I love. Something that was once so tame left to grow wild. Something that had an everyday purpose now left to rot from misuse.