on a rainy stormy day, with Stephanie, a hyped-up Betsy, and a teething Joey. Omi was happy to see us, especially the babies, and fed us lunch. This is her house, where my brothers and sisters and I grew up. The turret housed the "girls room" when we were kids. The yard didn't look like this while we were young. . . it was a football field, a baseball diamond, a track, whatever we needed it to be. Those trees weren't there, but they've had 30 years to obliterate all signs of us kids. My mom lives here by herself, and I think it's getting hard for her to keep up with the demands of an old house. It probably needs some work . . . maybe a lot of work.
The search for inspiration was successful, although the wonderful junkyard was closed. I took Joey on stroller rides down the alleys and found some great pictures. The red is so juicy. . .
and I love the texture on this one. I cropped it a bit so that it looks a bit less like a boob. . .
I may have an obsession with blue and rust, but isn't this one great?
I took about 125 pictures, including one of Owen, my classmate. I also visited with Sharon, Freda, Carolyn and Connie. We said we'd stay in touch, exchanged phone numbers and email addresses. I hope we do . . . but reality says we probably won't.
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4 comments:
What a wonderful place to have called home. I love the turret, and can imagine you kids calling it your castle.
My favorite alley shot is the last one!
Hi, Martha: Oh, sure, the princesses in the castle tower. In some sort of teenage rebellion, my sisters and I painted our bedroom orange, and it glowed from the street when the lights were on at night. Even after all these years and all the changes to the place, it's still "home" to me.
Okay...the blue and yellow pictures at the end of the post are now officially my favorite photos of the day!
Seth, my favorites, too. Inspiration is everywhere, isn't it?
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