More Explosions, Rain, Left Behind Memories
Fireworks of flowers, more abandoned life, the sky cries with life
"Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment." Ellis Peters
Life is what happens while you are busy making plans. My plan was to explore and document the seemingly endless abandoned houses and trailers that litter the landscape, houses with clothing still out, bowls on the dusty counters, as if the occupants went out for cigarettes and were abducted by aliens along the way.
The houses are left to rot, some of them for decades, the roofs and floors slowly caving in and sinking down into the basement, becoming one with the earth. Why there are so many of them, where their residents have gone and why they left their possessions behind is a mystery, one I cannot figure out but find endlessly fascinating.
Places like that can only exist in rural areas. The weather is too extreme, the locations too remote, and there are no squatters, no curious types to clear out the furniture and sell the trinkets to pawn shops. Nobody ever seems to come by other than me, ever curious and not much put off by rotting floors over dark basements. If one day I stop posting, it is because a basement swallowed me and I couldn’t get back out.
So far, I have managed to dodge the hungry basements and not step on weak floors, a track record I hope to continue. None of these areas of good phone reception, so if I do end up in a basement, my odds of rescue are…low.
My plans for proper exploration got blocked by a solid week of rain and frigid temperatures. Between the sky opening up an ocean on my head and cold that somehow seems to bite more sharply than snow, the left behind lives of people I will never meet was not meant to be.
During a small break in the rain, I went out hunting and found you flowers.
You can tell that the rain is worrying at them, but nevertheless, they persevere. Life is determined like that.
I have never tracked the timeline of flowers before, so I truly do not know how long this moment will last, but I am treasuring it while it lasts.
Let’s see what happens next, shall we? I remain curious and hungry. See you next week…if I manage to stay out of stranger’s basements.
:o =) Lady Rain's Celebration in Seasons continues and perseveres in colorful bursts and moments which stand still in time. I seem to be welcoming my Sundays with more zeal anticipating your week's gift to us.
You definitely provide great wonder and give one pause to ponder on so many levels. Your flow of speech and structure induces a unique rhythmic nuance complimented by your well captured images.
You demonstrate a reality beyond perception and provokes one's thoughts and emotions. Indeed there is much to enjoy yet give pensive thought.
Are the white and red blooms from a Magnolia Tree? The abandoned house looks in pretty good shape. I always wonder about "who" lived in abandoned houses, especially the ones in the middle of now where. it was someone's home. You definitely have given me inspiration to consider.
My most favorite image this week and one I got wide eyed about is the Iris Image! :) You and Van Gogh crushed it! In so much, I'm listening to Iris by the Goo Dolls now. I can look at this image for hours. Thank you Rain!
Yes, I also wish for you to remain desirous and intrigued. It is part of the fuel for life. I do, however, wish for you to be safe and be as meticulous in situational awareness as you are in your creative efforts. So, please, no being swallowed up by basements. If it is a stranger's basement......I hope it is one of good will and not a stranger danger. Just saying.
So, indeed Rain, Let's journey with you and see what happens next! :)
Rain has been a bit quiet for a few hours now, she has obviously fallen through a rotten floor of a rotten house in the middle of rotten nowhere, with no mobile reception(no surprise). We need search teams around the east coast ASAP! someone call the sniffer dogs, the mountain rescue, the marines. Time is of the essence