I live next to a lovely old ramshackle of a house. It has loads of lovely rusted up hardware and well-worn wood, falling-to-pieces stucco and crumbling brick. It's pull on me is magnetic.
No matter how close I get to it, I still wish I was closer.
Everybody's looking for something. Mary Ann is looking for the real Beirut, whatever that means. These are the photos she takes along the way.
You can browse around the archives here or check out her other blogs. There's one from a few years ago, back when she blogged about art. And then there's another from '09 when she lived in St. Louis (USA).
It looks bleached by the sun of ages.
ReplyDeleteMy thought too ... weathered wood. Where I live, everything is painted to within an inch of its life.
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