Greetings, Steemians.
One of the oldest buildings in my city. I remember that I was not born yet and this building had its years of being built. To think that more than one generation of children grew up inside it, and that although it is very old, I have never seen that they give it a love, its walls are dirty and it has the same color as many years ago, a little paint It would not hurt for him to see himself as new again.
Image with filter "Mono".
Photograph taken with my phone.
