Sunday, October 1, 2017

Still Waiting....










Where the fuck you at?

7 comments:

Rob said...

The bike is on Vashon Is in Washington state, the story is the owner went off to war in 1914 & never came back...

Patrick D said...

Interesting commentary...the things left behind that were once a part of us, are they truly pining for our return? Maybe that's where we're most likely to find ghosts, spirits or just weird phenomena that hint to hauntings, even if we can't actually see them. I've been places in the forest where nothing was visually apparent, but there was just a feeling that somehow this was once a special place to someone. Some spirits make it home...but some do not. Things and places can be lonesome and sad, I think.
Kinda where you were going with that, MissK?

MissK said...

That's part of it Patrick, but I mostly wonder about the life they have "seen" before being left behind.... These things were used, until one day.....

Mike aka Proof said...

Better put a bicycle lock on that last one so nobody steals it!

Patrick D said...

The personality....The lonesome farmhouse where kids and critters ran and played, the pump sqeaking in complaint as the wash water is brought up. Mom hollering "Supper's ready!"...the doors slamming, chair legs scraping on the wood floor, then quiet for a moment, before "Bless us, oh Lord, and these thy gifts...." followed soon after by the clatter of dishes and animated voices extolling the days events, and anticipating those coming tomorrow...

Patrick D said...

As a Land Surveyor, I probably see more places like that than most folks do. I always like to take a few moments to ponder the past. Especially old farm houses that are in their last years before somebody throws a match. Once while surveying an old farm we found a couple of boxes of books out by a brushpile, ready to be burned. Surveyors are kinda notorious historians (and scavengers of historical memorabilia), so we rescued them books and split 'em between us. My take is still on my shelves or my daughter's. Some very old "Pathways in Science" and other school books as well as some Shakespere and shit like that. I think maybe an old Schoolmarm had passed away or something. When It comes my time to feed the worms, maybe they'll go back on the brushpile, after a 50 year reprieve...who knows.

BB-Idaho said...

A locomotive lost in the forest? Some ancient engineer is in trouble.