Are We Walking to Alaska

Are We Walking to Alaska
Are We Walking to Alaska - A True Story

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Black and White Wednesday

Two houses 
One long past its usefulness - but the yards are mowed, flowers are planted - it is loved even in its old age and time of uselessness 
No one can live here anymore - the years and weather have taken their toll - once a hippie family lived here - dipped their water from the creek in front of the house, sang to their babies under the trees, picked the lilacs and filled jars with them to bring the wonderful scent indoors, tilled the gardens, picked the apples and sang sweet songs. 
Now the house sits silent - remembering the times past 
 It's roof no longer protects anyone
And a well kept house - making memories
And a horse












10 comments:

Deb @ Frugal Little Bungalow said...

For a moment there that house reminded me of my grandparents one...they lived in it all of their lives until I was about three years old. Something about the roofline / style of it :)

HansHB said...

Lovely serie in b&w!
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nanci said...

Oh the photos are beautiful, remembering times past and seeing the peaceful meadows of this farm. A shame no one has restored this beautiful place.

The Weaver of Grass said...

That old house looks very sad.

Adrienne said...

You had me at "two houses and a horse"!! Love old homes - and love your description of the hippie family! Thanks for linking up!

Kay said...

Nice black & white shots. Very evocative narrative.

Jeanne said...

Very nice and a sweet history of the old house!

Glo said...

Poignant story to match the mood of the lonely house ~

Mitzi said...

These are beautiful photos. Old houses hold so much charm and thoughts about another time in life. Great series. My post is at: http://mitzirice.com/where-the-fern-grows/

Carla said...

Enjoyed the pictures and the story of the old house.
I could imagine the hippies outside singing to their babies. ;o)