heartfulhome

There's a cute place on Rt. 66 that has a display of antique doors which have aged to perfection. I have driven by countless times and admired the display. I've imagined taking pictures of my Maura dressed in something bright and beautiful posing in front of the doors- a contradiction of the old weatherbeaten doors and the freshness of the little girl. But I was always on my way somewhere, with the kids in the car, Maura in her leotard for gymnastics or me on my way to chiropractor.

Finally, the day came that I had the opportunity to go off on my own and take some pics. As I drove up, it began to rain, a bit of a bummer but I could still take pics. When I actually got up close to the doors, I could not believe how trashy the whole place was. (it is an artist's pottery studio) There were piles of nasty junk behind those doors. Lawn chairs, cardboard boxes, crates, mattresses, etc. But still awaiting me was the piece de resistance- this shed which appears to be belching wooden planks, with a set of stairs thrown in.

You gotta ask "why?". At some point this erstwhile wood collector must think "I have enough wood now" or "I will tear down this shed and build greater" .... Most pictures tell a story, but this one begs an answer.

Then there is the matter of the doors. They look so charming from the road. Inspired, even.
When you get up close, it's just weird. There are lights strung everywhere, a Christmas wreath in March, an abandoned stool with a pillow on it. When I stood facing the doors, I could see all that junk through the spaces between them and had to reposition to take pics in order to hide it. Trufe is, I actually got a huge kick out of it. I was coming here to take pictures of something I thought was beautiful and rustic, when in reality, it is a wall which hides trash.

I guess we could all see parallels in there that relate to true life, you know- things looks great from afar but as you get up close you can see the baggage and problems that we all share. Everyone's got their junk hidden behind the pretty doors.
My is so philosophical. I won't do that again. I promise.