132 years after the opening of the weir greenhouse florist, i happened upon it on a sunny early morning.
a long-standing relic historically recognized, but well and past its prime. what stories are there about this victorian beauty?
a moment of pause to think about the lifespan and resiliency of this building, and then a reflection of my own life. how many people have seen me in my glories and failures and have stopped to help. how many have walked past after glancing?
the gates were drawn, the paint worn and chipping, and the structure while standing defiant of all elements and plans of former owners, in a hollowed shamble.