When the long days come

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The solstice has passed, but the days are long under the sun. It is the time of year for vacations to the shore, or camping by a lake. Or not. For many it is a time to make hay while the sun shines, a season of hard work. Every life has its own pace of work and rest, and it can be hard to work while others appear to have so much leisure time. Given the recent reports showing that no where in the country does minimum wage allow for good housing, that leisure time is terribly rare and precious. There is no day of rest anymore, and many places are round the clock businesses. Selling, not making seems to be the way of the world now. Which only adds to the problem, and it makes me wonder.

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New chances

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The back side of an old barn tells a different story than the other, partially renovated side. While the work is freshening up the building, the character on this side tells the story. Of winter storms, summer heat and gales of many years, of old repairs and changes in use. When it is completed the barn will look lovely for years to come, but few will know where it came from. I am unsure if this is a bad thing, as it is a fresh start and we can all relate to that from some point in our life.

No escaping it

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Up, then down, then over, then up, then down again. That was my weekend as I painted, patched, sorted, dusted and so on. House DIY has taken over all my free time, and I still have more to do it seems. I know that isn’t actually true as tasks finished are finished barring some disaster. It just feels that way. If I try to sit and relax I feel antsy because I know there are things that need doing. I need the house fairy godmother to come, wave her wand and poof have it all “done”. After awhile the satisfaction of doing it yourself wears off in the repetition of doing it yourself.

A someday spot

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Walking early one morning I stopped to get this image of my childhood neighbor’s farm pond. The farm animals are long gone, part of the fields sold off to hold a house, the barn still stands as does the house. Both basically empty, just one human occupant and various mice and barn cats uses the spaces. The house is much fancier than  one might expect, it is almost Italianate in style. I am unsure if the original house was more of a colonial style or if this is the original house. Each time I am in NY I say I am going to stop by and see if I can walk through the barn, but I never make the time or no one is at home. Both the house and barn I would like to photograph with the light pouring in. Maybe next time, maybe next time.

Getting a handle on it

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First of all let me say, this isn’t my house. But sometimes I feel as if my house looks like this. We have been in a state of varying turmoil it seems like forever, but isn’t really. We have sorted, sold, donated, disposed and packed. We have painted, paid someone to paint high places, seal coated the driveway, had wood floors put in, a tile back splash, seal,  and general repairs that aren’t in my skill set. Yet it still feels as if the list continues to stay the same length or grow. All in preparation to putting the house on the market and get a place that will be easier for me to maintain. It is a daunting proposition as anyone who has moved after being in one place a long time knows. It is also a real time eater, I have time, or energy, to do anything creative or website related. If I have free time I feel as if I should be doing something house DIY related, or just want to sit still and do nothing for a bit. Though I would really like to get out with my camera or pull out art supplies, I guess this too shall pass, I just need to be patient.