“`Guess now who holds thee?' - `Death', I said, but there / The silver answer rang, . . . `Not Death, but Love.'” --- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
This is another local derelict house, sitting back off a side road almost hidden by trees. My eye caught just a glimpse of it as we rode by, and there followed another of those turn-around-and-go-see moments. On the left side of the drive, not included in this shot, were two large trees covered in wisteria. The house itself was starting to fall apart; doors hanging off hinges, a portion of the roof caved in on the other side; sheds with clanging doors; a "For Sale" sign in the front yard. I tried to edit it in a way that would restore it to life. Maybe this is something of the way it looked at one time, when people who loved the place were going to and fro. I can picture a lady walking out the side door and going over and cutting some wisteria blossoms to place on the kitchen table. The deep, dear silence.
(edited in Topaz Simplify 3 and Nik Color Efex 3)
(further edited in Picnik with Infrared Film option)
(additional original photos, unedited ... to show the condition of the house)
(the wisteria blooming by the driveway)