“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Back roads of Texas
Ese’s Weekly Shoot & Quote Challenge #4
Loneliness
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That is a sentimental way to remember the the old house that is gone…
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Its always sad to see old homes in ruins, One wonders as you look and ponder of its bright new beginnings and the families which laughed and loved and cried within its walls,,,, Lovely poem
~Sue xox
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Neruda has the bestest quotes! 🙂
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Love the entry!! I love Pablo Neruda. Awesome Photo!! 🙂 http://holley4734.wordpress.com/2013/09/08/eses-weekly-shoot-quote-challenge-3/
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I appreciate you stopping for a visit. Thank you, Holley!!
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Great match up of quote and picture. That’s about one of the best old buildings I’ve ever seen. Character. 🙂
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Thank you! 😀
Unfortunately, the field is now empty. I passed it this afternoon on my way from Louisiana — sad to see it go!
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Oh no! Sad. But captured by you. Thankfully. 😉
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Great quote and photo for loneliness. Houses in ruins look so sad and lonely
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I totally agree with you!! Thank you for your visit!
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Such a fun old building!!
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Thank you, Cee!
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Fantastic image, and love the lines from Neruda. Like you, I am drawn to old things, and I thought it was amazing that you just got there in time (re your response to Shoreacres) – some things are very fortuitous. 🙂
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I past the field today — and it is now completely stripped — so sad for me!! I am glad to have the memory of driving by and the recent photos before the house met it’s demise!
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🙂
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wow! excellent pictures and quotes, Becca!
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Thank you! 😀
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There’s something sad about old houses but something beautiful at the same time. Like…when seeing the people who have been through a lot in their lives and in the end all that is reflected in their faces. Making them uniquely fascinating, mysterious and open at the same time. And touching words of Neruda you’ve chosen there, Becca.
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I love the photos and the quote!
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Thank you for stopping for a visit! 😀
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Oh, my. What a combination of words and image. I always feel a little sad for buildings like this, but on the other hand, letting them fade away naturally is better than a bulldozer.
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For the past 20+ years, I would pass this house on the way to and from LA … I always wanted to stop to take a photo, but timing was never right … over time, it sagged more and more. I told Ray during the summer — “I have to stop and take a photo before it crumbles to the ground!” He promised on that return trip we would stop. He kept his word, and while I was being so careful not to “intrude” on the property, the “owner” (a much older gentleman) stopped and inquired our intentions (mind you, I never considered going any further than the a couple of feet off the road). Once he realized our intentions were good, he shared – the house belonged to his wife’s grandfather, and shared tidbits about the large family and generations who lived there. He said people would stop and strip the house of various items. He was in the process of tearing it down — and sure enough the last time I went through — it was gone, and the property fenced. So sad!! However, I am glad I have the photos.
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Oh, I’m glad you got the photos, too! And it was the right time to stop – you got some of the history, too!
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