A few months ago, I visited a half-built house in a leafy suburb of Portland, Oregon.

The front yard was bare, but it wasn’t empty, nor was the living space lacking.

It had been filled with plants, and its floors had been covered with dirt.

I took a photograph of the house, but the house was not empty.

In fact, it had become a half of an apartment.

The other half of the building was still standing, with its walls covered in the same material.

I felt bad that the other half had to go without a home, but I was determined to take it apart.

I wanted to show that half-finish houses are not just empty, but also that they are filled with history.

As a photographer, I wanted people to see the house as a part of a larger community, and as a house.

I thought that would make it a better subject.

It didn’t.

As soon as I took the photograph, the neighbor called the police.

The neighbor’s wife, who is a registered nurse, had been living in the house for four years.

She called the Portland Police Bureau, and told them what I had done.

She had never known her husband to commit any crimes.

The neighbors’ wife and the neighbors’ other two children also had no idea what had happened to their house.

She didn’t believe it.

She was told the police were on their way.

I tried to explain that I was a photographer and wanted to document what happened.

She did not believe me.

They asked if I had any cameras in the place, and I told them I had none.

They did not take me seriously, and so I decided to take them for a test drive.

They drove off with me, and it was only then that I realized what a mistake I had made.

A house like this could be the best part of your life, if you have the right attitude.

I was hoping to show the house’s history.

They have had a very interesting life.

They’ve lived there all their lives.

The house was a one-room house.

They had two bedrooms and one bathroom.

I told the neighbors that I wanted the house to be completely finished, but they said that would be too expensive.

So I built it half-as-complete as it was before I moved in.

The next day, I brought a pile of dirt to the house and set it on fire.

I had left the wood burning on the kitchen table and in the hallway.

I used a lighter to start the fire.

The wood was still on the floor.

I put a couple of sheets of newspaper in the window, and started to photograph it.

As I photographed the house in flames, I noticed something interesting.

It was not the house I had photographed, but a small piece of wood that had been nailed to the wall.

I knew that was my house, and now I was about to show it.

I asked the neighbors to come out and look.

They were surprised when I told my story.

They thought it was some kind of trick, and asked what was going on.

I explained what I was doing, and they agreed.

When the neighbors saw that the house had been damaged, they were upset.

They said that they thought they were going to lose everything in the building.

I wasn’t surprised.

They are used to seeing their property burn.

They don’t have a choice, and that’s why they’re not very happy when it happens.

I did not intend to show my house to the neighbors, but what I did did make it clear that I knew about the history of the place.

When I finished, I handed them a folder with a photo of my house.

The pictures showed me the home’s history, and how it has changed over the years.

I then took a picture of the wood, which was covered with mud.

When you walk through the front door, you realize that the home was built in 1912, and was one of many buildings in the city that were built by the city of Portland.

It is a city building that dates back to the 1880s.

The oldest building in the neighborhood, the Portland Art Center, was built during the 1920s.

It opened in 1930.

When it was rebuilt in the 1940s, it was one the most beautiful buildings in Portland.

A fire tore down the old building in 1964.

It went up in flames again in 1995.

In 1996, a fire destroyed the building, but luckily it was a part-time fire, and no one was injured.

It has been on the National Register of Historic Places since 1967.

In 1998, the property was sold to a developer who plans to demolish it and build a condominium building on the property.

I’m hoping to preserve it as a place where people can get together and celebrate their lives together.

In 2018, the city announced plans to create a mixed-use development called the Half-Finished Houses Community