Michael Evans was fifteen and friendless in 1969 when he began wandering around town and taking photos of the abandoned houses and factories that were already beginning to swallow Detroit. He was fascinated by the swiftness with which nature could reclaim a man-made space and especially liked to capture vines growing up walls. The images preceding this one on the roll suggest that is exactly what he was doing that fateful Saturday in April before something caught his eye in the window above and he raised the lens to photograph it. How he ended up inside the house, what caused him to leave his camera behind, or why he didn’t simply run away are questions that may never be answered.