The empty playroom
Last August we spent a weekend at a remote Cape Cod summer retreat. It was a rambling family home that felt filled with old memories in a setting where time had stood still. As I wandered through the house I came upon this attic playroom. I pictured generations of children up here with the same toys every summer –
the diminutive rocking chair, the train set, the solid wooden horse. But there was something slightly creepy about this abandoned-looking room tucked away at the top of the house with its raking shadows and doors leading off to further dark spaces. Of course, this might just have been my over-active imagination. More photographs of atmospheric residential interiors can be found here.