Sometimes when inspiration has taken a long vacation without having the courtesy to leave a forwarding address, my only recourse is to play and hope something turns up. In a way it’s very freeing because you can’t have expectations about the outcome when you don’t know what you’re doing. This photo is a layer of a Citrasolve scan and an image of an old table and chairs on a forgotten porch.With the dots and colors, it has a playful feel and is just right for sitting with a friend on a fall day and enjoying the atmosphere. It felt welcoming, even with a no trespassing sign.
Driving along a country road in Kentucky, we came upon this house overtaken by shrubs and vines. Pulling off the road to explore further, it looked like it had slept for the past fifty years. Quietly approaching, I found myself moving slowly as if not to disturb the silence. It had seen better days when its paint was fresh and the screen door would slam countless times a day as children tore in and out again. Now it stood empty of voices. The porch swing remained and still squeaked in the breeze. At first I thought it was in protest to my trespass, but I realized it sounded a welcome .Requiring that I notice it still hung stalwart and strong, the guardian of many happier times.My witness would keep those memories safe a bit longer.
Swaying on the porch swing at my grandmother’s house is one of my favorite summer memories.A breeze would drift through and it was cool in the shade. The pillows arranged comfortably and a glass of sweet iced tea with so much lemon that it could almost be called lemonade at my side, I could read or play contentedly. Until my cousins arrived……….