3 posts tagged “alley”
I told myself I was going to work out this week, I did go for a long bike ride on Monday, but that was the extent of that. sigh, so I will start today! I will go for another ride, the sun is out, it looks like it will be a decent day. This weekend is going to be yucky, but whatever. Here are a few of the pictures I took of my town while on my bike ride on Monday. These were not on manual, I let my camera think for me.
I used this to my advantage to ask a few people if I could take pictures in the back yard. Two people accepted, the third was not home, but I so want to go back there, there is a HUGE decaying barn there. It is Gorgeous!
Anyway, the alley pictured here with the fence of many panels, with mean dogs that wanted to chew me up behind it I met two lovely towns people. They have lived in their houses since the 1950's. Both houses date from the 1920's (early). Gordon told me of his sons shooting at a target on his now leaning garage, the BB's are rusted in the weathered wood. They received these guns for Christmas in the 1960's. I thought of Ralphies red rider BB gun. He allowed me to take some pictures of his leaning garage, a wrens nest that was built in the middle of a rug that was hanging on a wire, a rusting blue bike, and he told me personal stories of what it was like living here long before I was born. He was very friendly.
Then to his neighbors home, she lives alone and she is elderly. Out on her porch sunning herself. I look at her gutters and they are growing a lot of plants, they look like little window boxes. It must have taken ten or more years to get that amount of growth on there. She must have leeks in her roof. I would like to go back and clean those out for her. I ask her if I can go to the back yard and take pictures. Her back yard is basically paths between bluebells and ivy, littered with rusty antiques. She said "it is not very pretty back there" I told her to me it really is. I plan to print out some pictures and bring them back to her. The last 4 pictures are from her back yard, they barely show all the stuff she has back there. When I was leaving she was inside, I suspect
spying on me from one of the cluttered windows, but can't imagine how she could come close enough to any of them to see. I have a fear of becoming an old lady like her. In a house of disrepair with all my neat things as my prison walls. I think I have started the process, I think I am taking a different path, I hope.I hope you all have a great weekend and If I do not pop in this weekend, please, all of you Mothers, Have an amazing Mothers day!
I mentioned today we had to go out to eat because we were too lazy to get to the store the night before to get some milk. While Husband was paying the bill I went out back in the alley by the old tavern and snapped a few pictures.
yesterdays walk was a bit cooler than any before, but every time I told myself, okay, after this block, I will loop back toward home where the fire is warm and I will heat up a cup of cider to warm my cold face and hands. Then I would see something in the distance that pulled me toward it. I have lived here almost all of my life and it surprises me to find alleys I had never seen before. I must explore them. I zig and zag around town, people give me funny looks, dogs bark, and cats stalk me. I think I need to get a map of my town and take a highlighter, one color for each season, and trace the streets I have walked along. There are holes in my wanderings and I dont want to miss a feather, drop of dew, or late blooming flower. It will take me years to see everything, all within 3 miles of my home.