I drive by this old house all the time. It sits in an open field surrounded by a forest of trees. Old houses are always fascinating; they tell a story of a life I can't quite wrap my brain around. They are usually full of old treasures and memories. This house speaks to me because of its bold color. It stands out amongst the browns and greens of the earth around it. Who was the lively soul that picked turquoise blue for the siding of their house? I probably had something in common with them. We shared a favorite color.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
This Old House
I drive by this old house all the time. It sits in an open field surrounded by a forest of trees. Old houses are always fascinating; they tell a story of a life I can't quite wrap my brain around. They are usually full of old treasures and memories. This house speaks to me because of its bold color. It stands out amongst the browns and greens of the earth around it. Who was the lively soul that picked turquoise blue for the siding of their house? I probably had something in common with them. We shared a favorite color.
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