I love the textures of this old house and the way the light plays through the windows. Sometimes through the nearly frosted glass and other times through the unobstructed no glass/fresh air view. Each frames a landscape as neglected as the house itself. Is it laziness that things are not in order or is there a certain beauty in the untamed?
Indian Blanket and Upright Prairie Coneflowers blooming in the wildflower patch.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
OLD HOUSES
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