Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Wednesday Window, a portrait of the past
just when I thought I was going to be behind my sewing machine all day in the air conditioning as the Texas temps rise above 100 degrees, the winds of change redirected our plan for the day. We were called to explore an old home built in late 1800's because it may be torn down soon, or better yet, moved to a new place to be revived, loved and brought back to life. It was very creepy to me, as I had just watched Grey Gardens. The vines were growing inside the holes of the roof. The mink coat left on the wall still seemed to wreak of musty perfume. The milky window panes created such mysterious ghostly invitations for me to grab my camera and tripod for todays SP. I imagined what a beautiful happy home this place used to be. Warm, inviting, cozy and full of laughter and tears. Now I am cautiously stepping lightly on guard for snakes, mice and poison ivy. But instead, it was calm, quiet, and almost soothing. random boxes of jars and old books, piles of curtains and broken dishes. nothing but milky windows to gaze thru and imagine what life was like, once upon a time. I came home to my own home built in 1914, and reflected on the memories here, now and then. Go here to read some of my thoughts.