If you ever turn down an old country road,
just rambling and wondering there....
You might find a place where time has eroded a really good year. You'll hear voices whispering in the rafters.
It'll be down by the corner of wordless and unknown streets. Reminders of that season, still clinging to the barbed wire fence.
At the crossroad you'll find a bluewater memory;
Someone looking out the window
while the dog stretches and yawns
In front of the place they called home.
I love those pictures. That house is awesome. When I see homes like that I always wonder who lived there, what they did, the kitchen, what they ate. I love little short passages like you just posted. Thank you so much and the photos are awesome.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite things to do is to ride and explore. Sometimes we do it with a Haunted Illinois book in hand. Other times it is purely curiosity about what is "down there." I often wonder at those who lived in the shells of homes, wonder how and why it was left to the sands of time...
ReplyDeleteLovely the way you put the images and words together. I used to walk past a similar feeling house often and I couldn't help but imagine a family playing outside and planting all the beautiful roses that were growing there wild.
ReplyDeletethis reads like a poem! I could feel all those voices of times gone by ~ I am off tomorrow.. 'see' you when I come home xoxo
ReplyDeleteGemma, I love this - photos and words both. Especially bluewater memory.
ReplyDeleteI can definitely see the dog spirit lounging on the stoop.
ReplyDeleteSpirits are in many forms. Personal I don't hear or I just don't listen.
ReplyDeleteBut I'm one who will see forms.
Hope your time down the country road went well.
Coffee is on.
You write so beautifully, and the photos are just right to tell the story. That house looks sad and in need of love. I wonder where its family went.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of some places I have lived...not quite that far west though!
ReplyDeleteThis could be the setting for the "true-novel"-"Half-Broke Horses" by Jeanette Wells...about her Arizona grandmother!
what a beautiful post! and the pictures are so lovely
ReplyDeleteOne can't help but allow the mind to wander when you come upon a deserted homestead. If those walls could talk what tales would it tell..secrets exposed..some I'm sure filled with sadness..others with joyful memories..once a dream house for someone.I like coming upon such deserted structures.
ReplyDeleteI'm back to say I printed out the old house photo for my inspiration file. I love the old door and the shadows cast by the trees!
ReplyDeleteYe sYEs.. i sawa few of those on my way out West and back..I love seeing ols place full of memories. I long for it.
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