This photo seems like a good place to start. My apologies for being absent and not following through with a commitment. Life is pretty good at throwing struggles at you and watching you fail. Kelly for example, I introduced him at the first if the year. A man who changed my day and I spoke of many times this year, sharing his struggles and the way he affected me. Unbeknownst to me, Kelly and I had a connection. Rebecca, a good friend of mine whom I’ve known for years, works alongside the police and city to help the homeless. She does so much for them, I don’t know where to begin. I can end with, this is Kelly in his new apartment. Yes. Rebecca got him off the streets and housed. When she text me this photo today, my life changed. It was in the middle of a shit week, where I thought, “Seriously?! Anything else?” Yes, there was something else. Something good. I’ve said no more than ten words to a gentleman whose had a year of impact on me. This is humanity. Thank you, not only to Rebecca, The Pour House, but all those who donate items, time & compassion to help others have faith in a world where faith has been forgotten, like so many on the streets. I simply ask, the next time you want to clean out your closets and head to GoodWill for that extra $30, donate those items to a local organization that helps directly with those lost & forgotten. Spend an extra $5-$10 at the grocery on dry goods for someone in need.
*SideNote: I have photos, I have words I know I owe you 🙂 Thank you for your continued support!
I know, another random, out of place, photo. But it has meaning for today. Today we officially moved out of the house and into a new one. Today it was a little bit harder because it was official. Also the man who bought the house turned out to be real, pretentious, asshole who doesn’t deserve the place, but whatever. I ran across this photo recently. This is the view from my bedroom window, which I used to wake up to every morning. That sun shined on my bed every morning and occasionally the moon would light my room too. It has been the frame for a lot of photos. I have spent a lot of time looking, watching, dreaming, and thinking out this window. It’s a great view and I hope it will continue to be appreciated. I took one last look out that window today.
So I know this photo probably makes zero sense to those of you who are actually still around and still reading this. I have gotten far behind on posts and I have to be honest, I have not been taking photos every day like I should. That being said it has been incredibly busy lately with school, work, and trying to help Mom move to a new house. But I promise I will do better and I will finish this challenge. Some of the posts will be using old photos. But back to this photo, which is a year old, out of place and not my best. When I saw this photo tonight it meant a lot to me. This tree was a little pine tree that me and Abbie bought for Mom on Mother’s day for the house, because she so badly wanted a pine tree. One day it would get big enough to decorate. Well, it is still little but that year she decorated it and it looked really pretty, though small, out in the yard covered in snow. This tree made the house even more of a home. Today we moved out of that house, or at least started to, and moved elsewhere. And it was kinda hard. That place was our home for some six years or so. It was beautiful and it was full of so many memories, like this little tree. And it was not easy packing things up and moving out. But nothing is permanent in this life and things change. We move on and hold the memories of past homes with us. And this home was a great one.
Today I was able to go home and see my mom. It was nice to be back, but also kind of sad. Our house is officially sold and she will be moving soon. I know I am away most of the time, but that house was home and it was hard to see things being packed up. I had to pack up part of my room also and it was weird. It is hard saying good bye to a place that has been home for years and where so many memories have taken place. The entire area holds memories. The fields, woods, and roads are home too. As we drove back from the new house where she will be moving we saw this burned up combine. It was a prototype that obviously failed quite badly. It was an interesting sight to see. And I sit here and try to form some profound connection between home and a burned combine and I can’t. This photo is just another photo of what I call home and what soon will not be home.
So I had bought these blinds some time ago for the back door. I assumed Nick would hang them within the next couple of days. Not the case. So, I grabbed a beer, drill & was not giving up until they were hung.
Nick was able to mow the front & back yard & I was able to drink two beers in the time I hung them. Point is, they are hung and I did it on my own.
Down a road I’ve traveled but a few times, I found the remaining structure of what was once a home. Burned down to only its frame. Charred on the sides burning all but the boards & memories. What happened here? Who was affected? Was anyone lost or hurt? What now, for those that have lost? Fire is devastating, possibly runing forever anything that stands in its way.
This photo was taken inside the home, shooting through what was once a window, a barrel was the only color left behind, besides the changing leaves from the fall air.
Today I went back home for a little bit and visited with my family and the pets, including Shae. It was kind of odd being there knowing we wouldn’t be at this place for much longer. So I went out to the pasture and spent some time with Shae. It’s always been one of my favorite places to be there. I gave her some treats, which she obviously enjoyed and petted her. Shae has always been a great pet, always wanting to be loved and get treats and she will just stand there listening to you and rub her head on you.
I don’t mind it, gettin’ dirty, wearin’ boots & jeans. Walking through corn fields and down train tracks. Its such a liberating feeling. Finding old abandoned homes, buildings & barns. I once walked through a barn that had antique furniture covered and books dating back to 1800’s.
I really enjoy finding lost memories.
Windows down. Music on. Country breeze blowing through my hair. The smell of corn and wet soil. No one around, but those naturally intended.
This was shot on an old lot that held a home. At one time it was a home that housed a family, hopefully wrapped in love and memories. A place that no longer stands. All that’s left is the rubble of broken glass and bricks. An old swing tied in a tree. The sun melting deep in the back, surrounded in cornfields and stale life.
I started to make cheesecake (told ya Mary) when I realized I didn’t have a hand mixer. So I called handy Greg, I’ll disclose him later, he’s a solid. Anyhow he was outta town but told me how to break into a cops house. The cheesecake was a success as well as the chicken stuffed with mozzarella and pesto and angle hair pasta with a fresh garlic & lemon sauce. (I dabble 😉 )