but i have been thinking, as i put these images together about what we abandon, what we forget, leave behind or give away. today i thought about my red piano and how i left it and how right now more than anything i want to find it here in my house, walk to it and rest my tea cup where the water stain already exist, i want my bare feet on the cold soft metal of the foot and hear the first few notes even if out of tune. i want my finger to fall, fall again over that one key that brings them all back, the memories of all i have left behind. i do not know what makes us cross the line from wanting it too leaving it behind. i suppose knowing that we always have our thoughts to take us back there to when they were in our lives makes the leaving behind easier... this song today reminds me of my red piano
the abandoned house above had more life in it than i could possible explain, i tried to take it all in but there was melancholy for i felt that it still wanted to be part and witness to ours, to have someone love it and want to clean it and cook in it and sit by the window, to have people make love in it's bedrooms and bathe in it's tub. i am not sure but i think i found a kinship with that house not some deep metaphor on how i have been abandoned but instead in the fact that within the walls of my heart and mind i too have hung and gathered a collection beautiful and living things.
*( the day that i visited this house was magical, a birthday gift from john and shared with my dear friend kim) pictures are with iphone, ran out of battery, but hope to head back shortly)
oh, just realized that my header is my red piano, there is my red piano- that was most unexpected heart string pull......
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What a gem. I feel I could make a life in those 4 walls, history and all.
The farmhouse is lovely and lonely, yes. The music seems as if it were made for, or in, the house as I listen and look at your photos. The sun has come out here, after a stormy morning. Out the window, I see the horses lying in its warmth in the field. Your depth and sincerity stirs something in me always, something perhaps I have left behind without knowing. These are the treasures I wish to continue to uncover. With gratitude.
There are several things I have regretted leaving behind and I don't know either how I moved from wanting them in my life to letting them go. One thing in particular, something very dear to me and that played a big role in my life many years ago was let go in haste. My thoughts and memories comfort me but I would do anything to bring it back into my home ... and my life. I can't imagine leaving this beautiful home. I can tell it was loved at one time, where a creative mind probably drew inspiration from looking out those windows way beyond the tall grass.
If it were anywhere near me, I would surely love it and make it smile again. I am drawn to the abandoned...I love to imagine their secrets and stories.
This is a very beautiful post. I so much would love to talk with you over a cup of tea and hear how such lovely words come to you.
Take care and enjoy the day ~
Sarah
Oh how I wish to love that house! Thank you for sharing.
Are all those paintings in the abandoned house? That is extraordinary.
This is such a beautifully poignant post. The things we leave behind on life's journey. Sad and happy mixed. Thanks for reminding me to remember :-)
Di
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Sometimes we would have still with us abandon objects, but I don't think it is important to have them, maybe it's important the memory that we have of them ... as indissoluble is the memory of the lost people ...
ps beautiful song
F.
nadia, that house but especially the paintings...unbelievable. i want to know more. is it really abandoned??
When I see something like this I wonder who lived there, who poured her/his heart out onto those canvases. There must be people who have so many memories of being in that house.
I hope the house will be once again lived in, you are right to say that it is not abandoned, it is waiting to be lived in again.
Everything about this post moved me deeply. Thank you <3
Lovely. Moving. Thank you for this post.
So touching. It's so hard to balance freedom and unattachement to material things and the need to be surrounded by the objects that make us feel, that make us be us. Thank you for sharing these thoughts.
These pictures took my breath away.
To me, the title of the post is LOVE ...
Thank you the beautiful words and pictures!
Those paintings are so inviting, but the "come in" sign gives me a bit of the chills...
Oh what a tug on my heart strings for sure! So beautiful and yet so sad that there was no one else to come love that lil farm house and the things left behind.
Oh how I would love to love all those forgotten treasures, they sure tell their own story don't they.
Thanks for sharing~Cheers Kim
that's unbelievable, wow.....
What tangible love can be seen in the walls of that home, in her paintings! It reminds me of an old home which I left behind many years ago. I miss it beyond belief, and cannot go back. Have you ever read 'The Little House' by Virginia Lee Burton? It's my favourite children's story about a house not so different from the one in your photos. I'd love to hear the story behind this house. Is it for sale? Beautiful, poignant post!
Just made my way here and I had to ask -- what has become of this house and those paintings? Can you tell us more about this place?
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