Today’s story is about a street. My pictures isn’t a street so much as it is a quiet road just before dusk. I take this road when I need to clear my head or to get away from the hustle and bustle of every day life. It is amazing what some fresh air and the quietness of this road can do for the soul. I feel like I am resetting myself and silencing the inner turmoil.
This picture is also spiritual for me in a way because my Angel #33 appears and there is also the silhouette of a cross in the background. When I snapped this picture I feel I must have been very close to God and the angels and they were sending me the message that everything is going as planned.
This is not my home. However when I saw this old run down place I couldn’t help but wonder about the memories it holds. This was someone’s home one day long ago. Who lived here? What was their life like? Why did they abandon this beautiful place and leave it to crumble around itself?
I wish I could go back in time and peek into the life that was once here. What would I learn? What secrets does this place hold? Are they the same secrets all homes have after years of life lived by a family?
Oh this beautiful old home. Still standing tall despite the years of being beat down by the elements of life. In a way this home represents my own soul. Still standing proudly after years of turmoil and inner neglect. Hanging on to whatever it can of this beautiful life.