Day 4 - End Of The Road

My walk this afternoon took me down a road near my home I hadn't been down.  The beginning of the road was home to well-kept, large houses, lacking any original character.  The yards were kept, all was clean and things were put away somewhere to give the impression that life was very orderly.  As I walked further down the road, I smelled a little wacky-to-baccy wafting from a piece of property that sported some custom add-ons to an rickety home and trailer house.  Of course there was an old console TV on its side in the yard, a dining room chair near the mail box with the daily paper resting on it and the metal roofing on the house had been ripped up and left a shambles near the weather head.  There were over-grown blackberry bushes trailing into fruit trees trailing into outbuildings.  I enjoyed having something to look at - something to wonder about.  Now those folks didn't have their home in order, nor did they look as nice, nor did they appear to care, but they were definitely more interesting to wonder about.  As I went a little further, I saw vines growing into an old, simple barn.  A corkscrew willow tree on one side was overtaking it, adding drama to the grey sky.  Moss and weather had tore into the old wood siding, adding a flavor only time and nature can lend.  It was beautiful.  A hall of ages. It made me think of being a young child in Deer Island - of the barn on our property where I would often go to be alone, make forts, sneak-peaks at my father's tools and girly-mags he thought he had hidden (those women were all-the-way naked), sit on the old tractor that never once ran and daydream hours away.