I love photographing houses .... old ones, new ones, cottage, country, farmhouse ... it doesn't matter. There are ones that speak more strongly than others, however. This one reminds me of a home belonging to my mother's sister (Aunt B.) many years ago, when I was a young child. I adore the vintage-style awnings ... the dormers ... the door to the right that looks as if it leads into a sun porch ... the country setting ... even the clouds that were so lovely on this day of traveling the Eastern Shore's back roads. I even love the shadows on the front lawn, cast there by large groves of trees.
And further down the road, on the outskirts of Oxford, we turned onto a lane leading to an old cemetery. Across the pond that encircled the cemetery stands this wondrous estate. I wonder if the people who live there glance towards the cemetery and ponder eternity.
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