Out in the woods of rural Pennsylvania sits an old house, overgrown with weeds and thistles. Slashing our way through the dense shrubbery, and getting sucked into calf-deep mire, we felt more like Stanleys searching for Dr. Livingstone than urbexers. But once inside, the old cabin would yield some interesting finds.
The home had belonged to a Ukrainian family, that was clear from odds and ends we would find, all with Cyrillic writing. The abandoned furnishings and appliances would suggest that the home had been vacant a very long time. Yet the house was devoid of graffiti or vandalism that are the typical hallmarks of long abandoned places, all the better for a couple nosy trespassers like us.
Much of the house had been boarded up, which, pesky as it was on the way in, throttled the intense midsummer light once inside. It also kept the interior a few degrees cooler than the broiler oven outside. Each room had its own distinctive chiaroscuro, along with the strong colors likely popular at the time of their abandonment years ago.
