Surprise!

I love old houses.  In this day and age of concrete and linoleum, nothing quite captures the charm of a bygone era as wooden structures.

One look at this house, and I am transported to the days of my grandfather.  For 43 years, the house had been hidden from view, its stories known only by those who lived there. 

The house won't probably be here for long.  Already, it shows signs of abandonment.  It, too, looks lost in the midst of development.  Still and all, it tells the story of the Sorsogon of decades ago.  The Sorsogon of my childhood.