As I see this house on my walk, I an curious about it's history. Who lived there? Why is it now abandoned? It has been like this for the six years we have lived out here. The only living thing I have seen is a healthy looking white cat. I am sure it belongs to a neighbor. If only walls could talk.
In the first picture snow was falling. This is how our place looked as I approached it. I love hazy pictures like this. Since Ada is no longer here, having moved back with RM in Maryland, I have vowed to continue walking each day. It is a challenge I will admit.
3 comments:
You'll have to start writing a novel about the abandoned house - or at least a short story.
I-do-not-miss-snow!
wow, that picture of your house recalls romantic visions of the early homesteaders. Can't imagine how hard their lives must have been.
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