Near the Town of Primrose

This house is only boarded on the lower level. One of the upper windows is smashed, both panes of the glass. Other than that it is just neglected looking. Too bad it is likely to be pulled down so something else can go up. It is a busy intersection, on #89. But already covered by enough restaurants I would think.

One thing I noticed and wished I could have dug up were some very scarlet and very deep neon pink sweet williams. There wasn’t much else there remaining of the garden. Tons of weeds and only one groundhog (or some other rodent-ish creature) hole in the yard.

Rural Ruins – by Laura (me).

Suspense and beauty in torn brick, shattered glass, mouldering wood and old craftsmanship, weathering, falling into ruin.

Relinquished by those who made them and neglected by those who could reuse them. Now just an old house in the way in a world of strangers.

Wooden sheds and barns grey with age lean against the Earth waiting to fall into the dirt they grew out of.

Garden perennials struggle in the lawn poked by groundhog holes, roof shingles, glass, bricks and wildflowers.

History and life forgotten in each dusty, spidered window pane, each strongly holding brick and each door with crackled paint.

Mystery shines at the partially open doorway. A touch of things that once were. A whisper of things inside with rotting floors and peeling paint.

Rain, sun, wind and snow the house stands, holding itself up, majestic, keeping it’s secrets. A home to only the wild creatures now.

New Glasses on the Grrl

I picked up the new glasses today. They are purple framed and a different shape from the old ones. A bit longer across the face. Linda came too and got her nose piece fixed. She says the new glasses look better on me than the old ones. That is always a good thing to hear. I’m not so sure, yet. Still getting used to them on my face. Still feels like I’m in a fishbowl but it is getting better. I think I like them and that’s a good thing for sure.

Back to work again tomorrow. I’ve been dreading it all day every time I think of it. Graham and Tony are supposed to be out tomorrow to do some more home repair/ renovation work. He is talking about painting my room again, telling me to get everything out of it. Would be a handy time to be fired from the tech support job so I could vacate the premises which they paint. I could stay with my sister. I’m really allergic to fresh paint. I wouldn’t be too worried but I have not bothered to get another prescription for the asthma inhaler all this winter. I have not needed it, maybe only used it three times in the past few months. So, did not do anything about refilling it. With paint in the house it will be a different story now. I hope they are not going to get doing it yet.

My sister says she is going to print and fax the contract for BOTW tomorrow. So I have that to look forward to starting. I am too! Each time I look at the blog section there my fingers are itching to dig in. It really needs some work! I checked 5 listed sites and 4 of them need to be deleted as the blog is no longer being kept updated. I’m also making plans in my own mind for restructuring and having qualifications for getting listed at all. Nothing too tough, but practical for having them listed in a directory. Mainly in the case of blogs which are about blogging, seo, monetizing and technology in general. There are just too many of them out there, all saying the same thing. I think there need to be restrictions on which get listed. I’ve never been a blog snob, always listed just about anything that wasn’t abandoned or chocked with ads. But, that is going to change in this case. It needs to be made into a worthwhile resource. I’m putting my time and energy into it so I want it to show up well.

I found the website of the production? company behind the Urban Explorers TV series.

Urban Explorers

13 x 60

A shadowy figure stands on the edge of blackness inside a cavernous industrial shell lit only by a tiny headlamp. Somewhere in the darkness ahead lies a secret entrance to a forgotten tunnel system, burrowed deep beneath the city. It’s rumored to be a place of homeless ‘mole’ people, graffiti masterpieces and unknown danger. Follow our team as they discover urban landscapes that only the fearless would dare to explore.

Sent a note asking if they are continuing to make more of the series.

The House With Nobody In It

Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
I suppose I’ve passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute
And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it.

I never have seen a haunted house, but I hear there are such things;
That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth and sorrowings,
I know this house isn’t haunted, and I wish it were, I do;
For it wouldn’t be so lonely if it had a ghost or two.

This house on the road to Suffern needs a dozen panes of glass,
And somebody ought to weed the walk and take a scythe to the grass.
It needs new paint and shingles, and the vines should be trimmed and tied;
But what it needs the most of all is some people living inside.

If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid,
I’d put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.
I’d buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be
And I’d find some people who wanted a home and give to them free.

Now, a new house standing empty, with staring window and door,
Looks idle, perhaps, and foolish, like a hat on its block in the store;
But there’s nothing mournful about it; it cannot be sad and lone
For lack of something within it that it has never known.

But a house that has done what a house should do, a house that has sheltered life,
That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife,
A house that has echoed a baby’s laugh, and held up his stumbling feet,
Is the saddest sight, when it’s left alone, that ever your eyes could meet.

So whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track,
I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back,
Yet it hurts me to look at a crumbling roof and the shutters fallen apart,
For I can’t help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart.

-Joyce Kilmer

From The Holiday Gazette

The Holiday Gazette:

Halloween is tied for being my favourite holiday. Even though it’s still September my mind is on ghosts, ghouls and goblins. Mostly haunted houses.

I guess that goes along with my interest in urban exploration which is having a look at abandoned buildings. I’ve taken a few photographs of two abandoned houses in my area. I didn’t dare to go inside without having someone else around. Just in case I had an accident. I don’t have a cell phone to call and let anyone know where I was. Assuming they could find the out of the way and off the beaten path location.

What is the attraction to an old wreck? I really don’t have a good answer. Maybe it’s the mystery or the loneliness of the place. A version of that cheer for the underdog thing. An abandoned house can’t get much more underdog.

My nephew called them “wrecky rat bird” when he was a little boy. We had been telling him about an abandoned paint factory we saw on a road trip. He must have clicked on the idea of it being a dwelling for rats and birds cause that was what he began calling all the ruined places we saw on that trip and afterwards. It’s stuck too, I still call them that when I’m talking about them. Even though no one else knows where the term came from it’s not so hard to figure out.

Hope you are having a few little tremours of Halloween, even though it’s not October yet.