Driving The Back Roads. Taking Photographs.

Driving the back roads home yesterday, I pulled my car over to the side of the road, angled myself partly out of my car and took this photograph.

It sits fairly close to the road.

I have driven past it many times over the years and each time I drive by, I wonder about the family that lives here.

I make up stories about who they are. What they do. I imagine all sorts of drama that might  take place inside of that house. Over the years, anything could have happened. And probably did.

I never see anyone outside as I drive by.

Except for the car parked on the other side of the house, you might think that nobody lived there. Unless, like me, you’d driven by on somewhat of a regular basis. Enough times to Pay Attention to Things.

Take the roof, for instance. Which isn’t in focus enough for you to tell that it’s practically brand new.

It’s one of those metal roofs – that you see a lot of up in the Adirondacks.  It’s pretty easy for the snow to just slide right off of this kind of roof.  Smart.

Sometimes, as I drive by houses that have metal roofs, I wonder who came up with the idea for them? They come in all different colors: brick red, dark green and a Tiffany-blue, which is the color that I like.

 

 

On second thought, maybe that blue should be a shade or two darker. For the roof.

If you were feeling real creative, you might ask yourself if there’s anything similar about this box wrapped up with a white ribbon and that farm house sitting close to the road.

They don’t exactly go together, do they?

At first glance, they don’t. Go together.

But. What’s kind of interesting about both of them is that you have to imagine what might be inside.

It’s a fact that  when you open a Tiffany box, there will be a ring, or a pair of earrings, maybe a necklace or a bracelet …. some glittery piece of jewelry meant to woo its recipient.  To say things that the giver may have a hard time saying because Too Much Is At Stake.

Sometimes, it’s easier to let a ring or a bracelet say, “I love you,” or “I’m really sorry I fucked up,” or “Forgive me.”

Part of that message is the anticipation when someone hands you that box.  Just the fact that you are holding it in your hand means that Someone Thought You Were Special and wanted to tell you so.

Kind of like that new metal roof. Someone thought that it was important to keep that house in good condition.  To keep the rain out. And, to make things easier in the winter time.

Which is another way to say, “I love you,” or “I’m really sorry I fucked up,” or “Forgive me.”  [gplus count=”true” size=”Medium” ]

 

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