can you even imagine ?

come with me

let me show you what I covet

and

see if you can feel the love left in the remains

the drooping and crumbling front porch roof will soon be just a memory

the glass panes in the windows and doors

surrendered years ago

baseboards and moldings still carry a shade of blue~green that only love could have colored

walls have been torn apart randomly as if someone was looking for something

and

in the kitchen stood

this beautiful cabinet

and

I shrug my shoulders

and wonder

why

?

~~~~~

here I go again with another adventure slightly into and around an amazing house not too far from us. it's the same house I found this winter, but with the blowing snow I couldn't get close enough to really see it...do you remember ?

anyhow

this time, after reading the bold yellow posted signs that said "keep out" on the fence, we kept walking towards it...with hurried steps.

john was with me and we laughed at ourselves wondering just how quickly the authorities could get there if indeed someone "called us in"

and

with a little mischievous smile on my face

and an immediate attitude of "I'm on a mission"

all he said was "shoot fast"

~~

the house was big and amazing with old steps outside leading down into a cellar that was even too scary for me...this time

~~

there was a huge empty well that went to no man's land, that I could have fallen into since I had my camera glued to my face and wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, but I didn't

{thanks hubby}

~~

and on a little side porch off the kitchen where I stood to take some of the inside photos, had a falling roof on posts that weren't attached to anything, that once again, hubby being on the look out for my safety, pointed out how unstable it looked and suggested that I might not want to stand there very long, because with my luck, today would be the day it would decide to cave all the way in, so I moved.....sometimes he's such a weenie

~~

but I love him for accepting the rebel side of me and following me into the places that in his rule book say "off limits"

~~

so once again I feel this need to find, document and photograph these houses

~~

I don't know what is, but I swear they call my name

*

it was calling my name.....

we had driven by this property many times

almost stopping

but never hitting the brakes completely

~

sunday

we did

~

"no trespassing"

signs

~

there were none

~

there was

a big fence that we had to jump over

though

and

we kept looking around thinking maybe the farmer

across the hundreds of acres owned the property

and

would show up on his 4-wheeler

with a shot gun

but he didn't

houses like this fascinate me in a way I can't explain

~

I wonder who lived here

and

why they let it go

~

it looks like it was loved

once

~

the pink walls

the green ceiling

the light fixture I covet

~

yes

someone loved this place

I think about the hands

that opened and closed this door

for years and years

day and night

through brutal winters and soft springs

~

was it just adults who lived here

~

maybe a young couple who couldn't ever have children

or

maybe a family with lots of children

who slept in tiny rooms on imperfect mattresses

who

shared stories around the warm fireplace in the evenings

while dad

after having spent hours tending to the farm

finally joined them while smoking his pipe

and
what room was this I wonder
~
I think maybe the kitchen
but
there was nothing inside to tell me so
~
it was filled with tires
and
rusted springs to bed frames
and
pieces of wood and debris that I couldn't even recognize
~~~~~
this is how I like to spend my weekend days
~
driving around with my hubby
looking for houses and barns
that are barely hanging on
yet still
maintain a beauty
that
not everyone can see
~
can you see it
?