The pigeons have
taken over the attic as well as all the rooms on the upper level. Pigeon
droppings cover most everything and when dry they form a layer of fine dust
that whirls around like smoke in the sharp lines of sunlight that cut in through
the wooden shutters. Dead pigeons in various states of decomposition lie spread
through the rooms and can barely be told apart from the gray droppings, the dust
and the structure of the flooring.
The pigeons seem to see themselves as the mansion's rightful rulers.
They do not leave the room when somebody enters, instead flapping around provocatively, and waiting for the intruder to leave.
91.4x76cm pigment print on Cotton Rag Paper with frame