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I see cold, texture, mist and the beginnings of spring hidden in the snow.

Nce use of metaphors with this outstanding picture.

Yes, this photo has a sublime yearning that is beautiful.

Very nice picture. Very peaceful!

gorgeous! i see peace. a place that has seen a lot in life!

For me, it evokes stories not memories. I guess that is a product of growing up in a place where there is no snow. Picturesque, but for me, abstract.

Oh, I LOVE it Mariana!! What an absolutely beautiful shot!!!

This is so beautiful Mariana!

Thank you Pat - I do think of stories and who lived there years ago. I have a book here called Eureka Memories and it talks of the folks who settled and lived in this town years ago and I really want to find out who owned and lived in this house - It is for sale and I would love to purchase it before someone comes in and clears it for a double-wide - I love old places - I'd put a stone wall around it and let it complete it's entropic trip to the Great Beyond in peace and snow song.

Thank you Jessie - yes, I see that as well and there aren't many wide planks like that around - that place was once a forest.

thank you Courtney.

Thank you William -

Ahhhh David - the beginning of spring - such beautiful words in the cold light of Winter - thank you! Salud

I see history, life and possibilities. Great pic!

Deb J - thank you!!!!

Miz Phaedra - cajun sister - thank you very much! Salud

Stacey - I love that thought - possibilities - oh yes - if only someone would love it and restore it just a bit - just brace it in places...I love how it is...Salud

Lovely, Mariana.
I "see" hidden memories.

I definetly see beauty and peace.

Beautiful, Mariana! I see a fire in the woodstove and hear the wood ticking as the planks expand and contract between the cold outside and the heat inside. And wet footprints coming in from the porch, where skis lean against the house after a day up in the hills.

I see despair and hopelessness ...

I see a story about hardship and unfulfilled dreams ... we all start out with hopes and dreams, but what happens when the years go by and the dreams are never fulfilled? What happens when we find ourselves in in a situation so far removed from our dreams that we can only think we've failed? This house definitely has a story ... but I think it's wretched and miserable and heartbreaking.

This photo is VERY powerful!

Marianne M., I think that the family just died out but during its day, this house had much going on - this town was one where there was lots going on - it had its day so to speak - I will find out so that I can let you know the story!!! Thank you so much.

I will inquire about it though Lord knows I don't need another place to restore! but I hate to see this torn down as my old Victorian was before I had a chance to move it to my property - wonderful to hear all the different views folks see!

Thank you roy - I think we're on the same wave link !

I love that phrase, hidden memories - yes, yes - that's it for sure!

Maria, I see peace as well and I think I'll always remember this house - no matter what - actually, I've photographed it quite a bit over the years - but the winter seems to bring out something...Salud

Nice shot. I see the past.

I see; history, cold, light

i see love and loss.

beautiful shot, my sweet.

Breathtaking beautiful. So glad you posted this.

What a joy to view the world through your wondrous eyes, Mariana!

dreams lost of better times weddings and death and alot of love

Thank you Rainne - great to see you! Oh Linda, thank you and you are always more than kind with your fabulous comments, I'm waiting for a new post!!! Lynn, thank you - wow - love it! love and loss - Monita querida, that would make a great title!

Meagan, good words - history, cold, light

these expressions almost seem poetic.
Thank you Marianne...
I see the past as well - I only want to see the past - if I come back and this lovely house is no longer here - even though it's in a state of arrested decay - I will be heartbroken if I have to look at some pre-fab sitting there -
I am pure nostalgia! Thank you all so very much. Salud

I love this!

I see this through an artist's eyes.

I love the wood textures and the contrast of the snow, but I see defeat. The house is returning to nature instead of nurturing a family.

What happened there, who lived there, why did they stop loving it?

I see Christmas 1956.

Lovely. I see rugged charm

I see Minnesota (whenever I see snow I think of home)

But I also see memories, better times, children's laughter, a garden, a wish for restoration..

Hi Miz Lynn - I know you miss your old home - isn't it wonderful to visualize life inside these walls!

Kay - I love that term "rugged charm" - really neat!

Ahhh Michael - you are so creative - 1956 - yes, what a good year - I was all of 7~!

Sharon - dust to dust and yes, it's returning to nature - I think that there was some kind of family dispute and no one wanted to sell or care for the house so this is what has happened - I'm still digging!

Debra - I see it through artistic eyes as well - thank you all so very much!!! Salud

Many memories.
Great photo.

I see the death of dreams

Wonderful shot! Ripe for exploring.

Mariana!

And what a good eye you have my dear. I see old timers making do with what they had and surviving with grace and dignity.

Cheers,

Colonel Possum

Thank you Colonel - I appreciate your visiting me finally! lol.
thanks Ms. Debbie that's a wonderful idea!
Ah Priscilla - I wonder!
Janet - thank you. Salud

I love the old wood of the buildings....beautiful setting, too

I see a hill where kids poked under rocks for horny toads in the summer heat...and screamed with delight and their Red Racer sleds jetted across hard-packed snow six months later.

hi Alison - great comment - I love the old wood too -
Ellie, I see that too amazing what is really there - huh...thanks so much. Salud

Beautiful picture... I see possibilities in all of the above... ;-)

What a great, wintry scene. The old wood is marvelous. And this makes me miss the quiet beauty of snow.

I see what your lovely words evoke...aged wood, comfortable as a pair of flannels!

I see an old lady whose children made her finally leave her rough but much loved home for the safety and loneliness of elder housing.

I see comfort in the walls where once sat a crackling fire and hot tea sitting on a little table.

I see dozens of stories from a variety of perspectives.

I see time rolling back.... and this old house restoring to its former glory right before my eyes... children playing in the yard, smells of dinner from the kitchen, laugher and joy which would certainly repeat again... if not here, then, maybe, in some another dimension. Great photo! ;-)

Salud from Moscow - S.

I see beauty as well.

This reminds me of visiting the ghost town of Bodie, Nevada in the winter time. I think of solitude, desolation, loneliness, harsh living, bad luck of the draw. Sort of the opposite of you, Mariana--I see what happened, not what is.

hi John - a friend of mine's family owned the town of Bodie and they donated it to be a park - I absolutely loved it when I was there years ago - it was in a beautiful state of arrested decay. I guess I can feel the energy of the old days and there remains peace. Yes, there was hard times but I look at solitude as peaceful and the town was filled with comings and goings as are most small towns - in this instance, the families could never agree and so year after year, the house got worse and worse - we are going to a similar situation with mama's house - they won't sell it to me, yet won't help with anything so instead of not doing anything - I took bull by the horns and am fixing it up myself - which gives me great internal joy!
Shannon, thank you - it's like an aura around the area,
Svetlana - I like that - another dimension as only time can be - in many dimensions - yes, indeed very true!


Thank you for your comment, C.F. I like the joy of simplicity because though the life may have been full of daily chores, I think that there is joy in accomplishing things and doing things everyday - for many, the old days were much better than today.
C.F. I chose this picture out of so many that I take daily because though I find beauty in this type of scene, others may consider it an eyesore...I absolutely love all the comments here...

Madame Donna, I do as well - thank you for viewing this scene!

Monica - Oh what a pleasant visual - thank you.

Ahhh Miz Vicky - you are probably so right - yes, that happens all the time and I am still digging for answers - this is a gold mining town and people move on to find jobs - times change. So many stories.

Krista - speaking of flannels - here I sit in mine - thank you dear friend!
Tonia, I love old wood - the patina, the depth, the natural feeling of an old forest, thank you.

John, yes, I knew you would like it - thank you all so very much! I appreciate all of you taking the time to view this! Salud

What a wonderful view you have there, I am jealous. I love this photo, all the snow undisturbed, the way it seems so peaceful in the surroundings. This one is meant for the frame.
Thanks for the comments about WC article. I take great courage and solitude at times from the comments you leave for me.

Stephanie - you're a wonderful person and I am blessed to have actually met you and sat and talked to you. Why don't you come and visit me in Eureka - ? Well, I know it's a long ways away but you are welcome and I don't invite everyone! I'm afraid you'd probably run off with one of the old ranchers though...oh well, wouldn't be too bad - just kiddin - anyway, thank you for the wonderful compliment! Salud

I really miss my walk, Stephanie - but I walk here and it's another form of beauty! SAlud

What a beautiful peaceful place this looks like. Girley i can see myself in that old homestead.The beauty is standing there looking right at you.Thanks for the picture as you and i know what a great Photographer you are. Love all your photo's. And know the picture is in my mind wondering what was this place and who and how they lived. Knowing from living on a mountain it can be rough.love
Marley
AKA- Cajun Goddess