Halfway

I have always been emotionally attached to my terrace. New rooms are going to cut the terrace area by half and I have been not wanting to see the construction. But I decided to go upstairs today morning, before everyone wakes up or workers arrive. To see the blue sky: full like I want to remember it. 

In Between state

 

Air heavy with possibilities

Interval spaces

Only visible decay

Hacking the walls

Reading too much into non architecture 

Suspended dreams of an old terrace

Parted for partition

Transient doors