Why do people start houses then just abandon them, leaving sad, skeletal structures?
Why do people build houses shaped like this?
Why do people build on a hill with a beautiful view of the Hollow,
then stick a telephone pole right in the middle of it?
Why do I enjoy taking photos of blue rope and piles of metal?
(Where are the wildflowers?)
Why do little boys and little dogs have so much energy?
Why do neighbors give away perfectly good wood,
even load it on a trailer and venture down a path you call a driveway
(but that resembles a dry creek bed more than anything)
in their pretty truck
to deliver it right where you want it?
What are we going to do with all of this wood?
More questions than answers. All blog worthy. The photos of the everyday things are quite lovely.
ReplyDeleteHa! I thought it was a jungle gym!
ReplyDeleteAnd that telephone pole...probably not the doings of the landowner, just the uncaring telephone company.
About the delivery...because it was to you guys!
I can identify so much with the blue rope/piles of metal one, as I am constantly asking myself why I am so attracted to photographing buildings that are just about to fall down, and withered flowers. As my kids say..."Mom is out photographing dead things, and condemned buildings!"
ReplyDeleteI guess we each have our own "thing," and that's what makes the world as wonderful as it is!