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Just an ordinary storage unit, but I was struck by the bold orange door, the contrasting colors, the horizontal and vertical lines, and the mid-day shadows.
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The sun is setting and the shadows begin to creep up the walls of these small structures. They sit on farm land and are used as storage units. The light over my shoulder is warm and intense from the sun. The old, rustic red paint on the tiny snow covered barns is given life and look intense with color. Seconds later, they seem old again and the red becomes a dull brown. Color is amazing.
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Tiburon Net Depot, Marin County, Northern California, USA.
Eye, camera, flower, soccer ball ...
At the storage facility where all our stuff is :(((
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By the way...Hurricane Florence pretty much blew around us. Some wind, some rain, but made it through with no loss of power or tree limbs. Unfortunately those to the south in North Carolina didn’t fare as well.
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after procrastinating for over a month since back here in SF, i finally went to my storage unit. this is where i packed away most of my relatively meager but personally valuable life-stuff for ..... "the time being".
for those who don't know, i left the SF bay area after 23 years and have moved back
to my birthplace, pittsburgh pa. in short, i needed to leave SF mostly due to
a heartbreak i couldn't "get over" after 2+ years. i needed to go back to pittsburgh
for one thing to be with family again after decades away. this is a trial run.
i'm taking it 6 months at a time. i have no idea where i should be, will be.
i am dislocated ... for the time being.
meanwhile, i discovered 2 reasons for my procrastination:
1) i could not go through these belongings without at least 1 or 2 other people
to take everything out piece-by-piece just to look through the stuff;
and
2) upon opening only a few of these visible boxes, i came across some
big things that brought tears to my eyes:
- wigs and costumes from long-gone glorious, powerful years on stage;
- books and records that held great significance during particular points
along the long and winding way;
and a few little things that made me full-on cry for the first time in months:
- delicate, exquisite perfume bottles gifted me by my ex over the years;
- tiny stuffed animals representing some of our travels and
"you had to be there" moments;
- a "magic box" from the first day we met, filled with mementos
from our first year ...
i stopped there, washed over with emotional fatigue. it was just ... too ... much ...
that bag there in front on the cement? this is the sum total of what i could deal with -
more from my collection of sunglasses.
i'm not looking for heaven, nor trying to avoid hell.
been to both, and will be again - as is true for all.
they're metaphors, part and parcel to being alive.
i just want to find home again,
here, now, in this life,
on this earth.
June 9, 2016. The Brussels canal zone. In between Rainy Days and Mondays, a window opened up. She looked through it, while he stared into a mirror that had his back. Wave upon wave of lies and pretense hung about their heads. When the air stirred, it clamored for truth, justice, and revelation. To no avail: the shutters remained tightly shut.
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Slowly, our house renovation is progressing. A sure sign was that we are emptying the small storage unit we temporarily rent. And a storage facility half an hour before corona curfew is great FDT hunting ground.
Always a lot to do, but on the way back from errands in town, I stopped off at our storage unit- we are SO close to having it emptied out! I moved a few more things. Hopefully I can close this down before the start of next month!
Taken for the Jules' Photo Challenge Group:
The August 2015 Photo Challenge is a month long, black & white challenge that will consist of 1 photo per day. Each photo must pertain to something that happened in your life on that day- an event you attended, a person who had an impact on you, an object that played some role in your day.