|Ghost house last November|
|This is what has been holding up the facade|
|The inside of the wall|
|Remnants of the people who lived here- Peony bushes - the house is on the other side of those trees.|
|Chunks of its former glory|
Favorite tree is also in the proverbial autumn of it's life. I was glad to see it leaf out this year, as there is quite a wound on the west side of it. There are chunks of the trunk on the ground, and I have mentioned the fact that it looks like it is leaning more. And crumbling down one side...
|Problems are apparent here...|
This lovely tree has such character in its advanced age and overall decaying condition. It is beautifully asymmetrical and leans precariously to the east. This will probably cause it's ultimate demise when the next big wind storm occurs. Or one that is coming in the nearish future.
I love the tenacious nature of these old beauties. They represent the toughness that age can bring. The way that you can see the essence of the real self, but the exterior changes. You are still you, but life has given you the tools to become brave, to weather storms and possibly do things that you never in this life would you think you would do.
|Still trying to produce new life as its own nears it's end|
I love the grace with which these old landmarks are growing old. I hope that they are around for a very long time yet, I enjoy their continued presence on my weekly journeys to the west. But when they go, I will have my photos and my memory of them. And that will give me some joy as things change as life goes on.