From the 8/31/09 New Yorker: “Still, she recognized that the aesthetic enjoyment of dereliction was a recondite and ultimately unsustainable pursuit.”
Perhaps. I find these touching photos of Detroit’s abandoned, overgrown houses from Sweet Juniper! disturbing because they are lush and lovely. Finding aesthetic beauty in a destroyed home, abandoned by the families that once lived there, symbol of unemployment and economic depression in a moribund once-community . . . it all seems horribly inappropriate. Yet there is a calm, timeless beauty in dereliction, isn’t there? Perhaps it’s a memento mori thing. . .