Every photo has a story. I wonder if these are still being told. It is a very strange occurrence to run into this evidence of a life in these abandoned buildings. Normally there is just a cold empty feeling with just a hint that life was previously present. In this room, the walls were covered in old photos, each one trying to describe the person framed.
I always wondered where lost and forgotten things went once they were lost or forgotten. This seems pretty appropriate. I commonly wonder what happened to make people leave such precious things like photographs behind. I can imagine a dozen situations that caused this person to up root and leave but I will honestly never know.