|The Old House|
Abandoned, sitting across from the railroad tracks. This house in South Carolina reminded me so much of another house. A house I spent many happy days and nights in. My grandmother's house. The basic structure is the same. Her windows were larger and shuttered, there were Oleander bushes around the house, lots of wicker to sit and rock on on the front porch. A profusion of plants on the porch. It was always painted white, the porch floor gray, and the shutters a deep green. It was a much loved house.
This old house has seen some days. It looks like somebody must have loved it. Once. Now it is on it's way to forgotten. I want to scoop it up. Paint it. Fix it.
Instead I sit and take photographs, thanking it for the memories it conjures up a childhood ago. Is there a house in your past full of memories?