Kneeling low to the ground Andrew took a couple pictures angled up. At first he just took multiple random pictures to get a better feel of the place, to kind of get acquainted. As he looked around, it was definitely a very old, church. The roof was gone, the ground was covered with dirt as plants grew through the cracks of stone platform where a priest might have stood upon. The white walls and pillars were nice as more greens continued to wrap around them as if to hold the remaining bits of this place together.<br/><br/>This place was nice, calming for it was open to fresh air and sunlight. But something about it was also a bit lonely. Why was something that was so potentially beautiful long ago forgotten, and left to fall to rumble. These thoughts always went through Andrew's mind as he visited places like this. His eyes went to the stone feet of a statue near the back of the building, the top of the statue having fallen off leaving its feet awkwardly on the ground. Turning away from the broken statue, Andrew walked over to a fallen piece of the church's wall, he brushed off some dirt and sat down. Looking at the screen of his camera, he went through the pictures he just took.