September 8, 2009

View of the week ~2

There's just something I find intriguing of this house. If you were to look very closely it's in pretty bad shape in many areas but it doesn't lose it's intrigue. As the warm evening light surrounded this side of the street it gave out a special glow. Look closely to find the bucket of paint that was left when it's last painting occurred.

Strange to me now are the forms I meet
When I visit the dear old town;
But the native air is pure and sweet,
And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street,
As they balance up and down,
Are singing the beautiful song,
Are sighing and whispering still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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