Besides dabbling in photography I also enjoy riding vintage motorcycles (both for commuting and pleasure) and writing poems, essays and articles relating to my motorcycling adventures or whatever else happens to wonder into the dim recesses of my rusting “brain bucket”. While I’ve been combining my many hours of motorcycling with photography for some years now, I have recently started on a new project that attempts to put into words the images or thoughts that a particular photograph brings to mind. Occasionally I even manage to combine all three as in this example where the image is one taken in West Virginia while on a motorcycle trip to Ohio for a vintage motorcycling event. (Now I just need to figure out how to do all three at the same time! [font=Wingdings][/font] )

For me an image may invoke a simple emotion, while others tell me a story, this is one of the latter, a story that the house whispered to me as I was photographing it.

(hopefully I’m not breaking any covenants or unwritten rules by posting something other a just a photograph here, if so I apologies in advance!)



[font=Arial]I Remember [/font]

[font=Book Antiqua]Nestled quietly on an overgrown hillside
I am filled with memories.
Much more than a mere shell
I exist as a living testimony to the past.[/font][font=Book Antiqua]

[/font] [font=Book Antiqua]I remember the Father
with the face of a miner.
Darkened by the years
of digging deep within the black bowels of the earth.[/font][font=Book Antiqua]

[/font] [font=Book Antiqua]I remember the Mother
with the hands of a giver.
Wrinkled by the years
of cleaning and mending and tending the garden.[/font][font=Book Antiqua]

[/font] [font=Book Antiqua]I remember the Children
with the eyes of youth.
Bright with the wonder
of a world filled with simple mountain treasures.[/font][font=Book Antiqua]

[/font] [font=Book Antiqua]I remember the green fields
planted with summer hay.
The soft fragrances
of herbs and the bountiful garden that fed my family.[/font][font=Book Antiqua]

[/font] [font=Book Antiqua]I remember the Laughter
and the family gatherings on my front porch.
Sunday readings from the book
of revelations, praising the glory of the Maker's creations.[/font][font=Book Antiqua]

[/font] [font=Book Antiqua]I remember the joy of new arrivals,
and the sadness of departures.
A familiar acceptance
of that which simply is and can not be changed by woman or man.[/font][font=Book Antiqua]

[/font] [font=Book Antiqua]Where are my children now?
They are grown and departed.
They have built new houses
of love and filled them with the joy they once knew within my walls.[/font][font=Book Antiqua]

[/font] [font=Book Antiqua]Where are my Father and Mother?
they now rest in the field.
Risen from the ashes
and returned to the earth, where I too must follow, my purpose fulfilled.[/font][font=Book Antiqua]
[/font] [font=Book Antiqua]
Nestled quietly on an overgrown hillside
I am filled with memories.
Much more than a mere shell
I exist as a living testimony to the past.
And I Remember.[/font]
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RM
http://roadrunes.com
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[font=Verdana]© 2004 Jeffry L'H. Tank
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Originally Posted by RocketMan Besides dabbling in photography I also enjoy riding vintage motorcycles (both for commuting and pleasure) and writing poems, essays and articles relating to my motorcycling adventures or whatever else happens to wonder into the dim recesses of my rusting “brain bucket”. While I’ve been combining my many hours of motorcycling with photography for some years now, I have recently started on a new project that attempts to put into words the images or thoughts that a particular photograph brings to mind. Occasionally I even manage to combine all three as in this example where the image is one taken in West Virginia while on a motorcycle trip to Ohio for a vintage motorcycling event. (Now I just need to figure out how to do all three at the same time! [font=Wingdings][/font] ) For me an image may invoke a simple emotion, while others tell me a story, this is one of the latter, a story that the house whispered to me as I was photographing it. (hopefully I’m not breaking any covenants or unwritten rules by posting something other a just a photograph here, if so I apologies in advance!) [font=Verdana][/font]

Don't ya just love these old houses and barns and buildings that you come across while travelling........they have so much character.

I know this post is from last year, but I found it searching for orphaned posts.
Whenever I see people post these type of shots I can't help but wonder why the occupants abandoned the building in the first place ????

I don't know what it is about abandoned buildings that give that sense of "All Is Not Well" a sense of sorrow, that a lot of memories are now lost.

Thank you for this lovely post, I thoroughly enjoyed it..... Skippy (Australia)

Originally Posted by Skippy I don't know what it is about abandoned buildings that give that sense of "All Is Not Well" a sense of sorrow, that a lot of memories are now lost. Thank you for this lovely post, I thoroughly enjoyed it..... Skippy (Australia)

I feel exactly the same way when I see an old lonely house like that. Thanks Skippy for finding and re-posting. Really enjoyed it as well.

I love shots like this. It gets the I wonder thoughts racing thru my head. If only those walls could talk.

Skippy, Thanks for reviving this post. Here is a house I came across the other day. The chair on the porch caught my imagination. It is in the village of Charming Forge, in Pennsylvania.

Originally Posted by Fred Maurer Skippy, Thanks for reviving this post. Here is a house I came across the other day. The chair on the porch caught my imagination. It is in the village of Charming Forge, in Pennsylvania.

Gosh it looks like its made of stones or rocks ?? actually it looks in great condition too ........ are they renovating it, or is it boarded up just to keep unwanted folks out ??

Nice shot.........how old do you think that dwelling is ?? any idea ?
Thanks for sharing...... Skippy (Australia)

Love IT! Old house and barns are such neat structures. Keep posting please.

Originally Posted by Fred Maurer Skippy, Thanks for reviving this post. Here is a house I came across the other day. The chair on the porch caught my imagination. It is in the village of Charming Forge, in Pennsylvania.

With those golden leaves and the red of the roof this is a very colorful photo, and the deeper hue of the lone chair on the porch coordinate nicely. I bet it's a different feel in winter, but as you shot it, it seems a shame this house is not being put to good use.

I wonder if some neighbor walks over, sits in the chair and daydreams about days gone by?

Sure does get the imagination going!