SleepyOwl
sad.house.side.window.
The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.
The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.
I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.
sad.house.side.window.
The adjacent land has been stripped of plant growth and leveled. And soon this sad house will be demolished. Evidently it has endured years of neglect. But still I feel sadness that it will no longer exist. I have driven past it multiple times. And I will miss seeing it. I feel that houses --homes -- have a spirit, a soul, formed by its inhabitants. I want the soul of this house to live on, despite its physical deterioration and imminent destruction.
The countryside is changing drastically. The rural landscape is dotted -- no, barraged -- with new housing developments. In the name of progress, is the familiar chant.
I suppose I feel some attachment for this decrepit structure because I feel sadness over the destruction of the last home I lived in, in another state. A solidly constructed duplex that was built in 1929 and remodeled in recent years. A multitude of flowering plants and a vegetable garden were happily prospering in the back yard.... Beach properties are a hot hot market; and a condo developer made my landlords a substantial offer. It was happening all over the neighborhood. Where once a charming beach cottage stood -- and vintage plant growth offered an oasis of greenful-ness -- in its place were constructed six sterile look-a-like, condominium units -- in the name of progress.