i'm pulled to these old structures. i never enter. or look for an open window or doorway. but i remember as a child, my mother had the same fascination, and we sometimes would make our way in. there is still so much energy left in their walls. you can still feel the dreams weaving through the emptiness. i'm drawn to how true they are. in many ways. there is only the wood and nails left. or the stones or bricks. they have become one with the trees. with the land. like a sprout or a branch of another lineage. i'm collecting these storied structures full of so much laughter and sorrow and sweat and dreaminess. i'm crowding photos onto a pinterest page with their sad eyes and strong bones. i feel like they are whispering to me.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
i'm pulled to these old structures. i never enter. or look for an open window or doorway. but i remember as a child, my mother had the same fascination, and we sometimes would make our way in. there is still so much energy left in their walls. you can still feel the dreams weaving through the emptiness. i'm drawn to how true they are. in many ways. there is only the wood and nails left. or the stones or bricks. they have become one with the trees. with the land. like a sprout or a branch of another lineage. i'm collecting these storied structures full of so much laughter and sorrow and sweat and dreaminess. i'm crowding photos onto a pinterest page with their sad eyes and strong bones. i feel like they are whispering to me.
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What a wonderful photo! I am drawn to old places too, though don't enter them. Some don't have such good energy. But as you say many have love and dreams emanating from them.
ReplyDeleteyou're right....some have some pretty creepy energy.
DeleteDear Anette! How true! I am feeling just the same, i sent straight to your pinterest board, and are now following you- we bought an old house, I love the feeling of livet here before. On my last blogpost there is a photo of what has once been a house, now only some decaying timber is left
ReplyDeletei love the old timber in your post. the lives lived really do seep into the old homes, i believe.
DeleteI am sorry english is so terrible. I did not read it through, my iPad is trying to make norwegian words of the english ones all the time
DeleteAnette,
ReplyDeleteOld buildings that have structurally deteriorated over time, boarded up no doubt for safety reason are rich in history. I often wonder how it is that they are still standing. I remember an old barn that was across the street from where we lived as a child. It was deserted and we used to play in the hayloft. We would have such a wonderful time. Our mom didn't want us playing in it, afraid we would get hurt but we would sneak over and spend the better part of an afternoon jumping from the loft into the hay. Oh the life of a child...
i love all your memories of childhood, kris. it's hard to believe childhood is so short, but it lives an entire lifetime within.
DeleteI feel the same way! I see of lot of these in upstate New York and they are very compelling
ReplyDeletethis photo is from new york state.....between here and vermont, along lake champlain.
Deletebeautifully written... I'm fascinated by old and abandoned buildings too.
ReplyDeleteHey Aunt Nan. Gorgeous writing/photo. Sometimes I'm shocked at how you, mom, and Jacob can just create such beautiful imagery and feelings with words. Perhaps, if I'm near a camera, I can take photos of the next abandoned house I inhabit. I'm not sure if you've heard of Jake's new blog yet, http://spiritlovefreetravel.blogspot.com/. It's kinda like mine but more vague and artsy. We (Me and Jake) might travel up to Ontario next year, so see ya then hopefully.
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