I love old houses and old buildings. I like to imagine them as beings with faces, the window being the eyes into their souls. When I actually get inside I do not always like them. They smell old, musty... and the walls creak at night. However, I do love dreaming about what they are like inside; the secret passageways, the people who have inhabited them over the years, I dream about decorating them, and I wonder sometimes about the stories about human life they might have to tell, if they could talk.
This of course could be a little scary.
But I do find old houses and old buildings interesting. I think it stems from an adventure I had when I was about nine with an acquaintance named Noel. I hardly knew her, but I do remember that we daydreamed together about the houses in our neighborhood and one time we even snuck inside and explored an old vacant one.
My fascination continues...
"Fat, plump, little houses"...the beginning of my fine "House Collection." I am already planning next house photo shoot, It will be be titled,
"Houses with Faces"..