The Pink Room


I noticed that an old house I have photographed in the past is now under deconstruction, and so, of course, I had to stop and investigate further. This room is the one behind the door on the cape, the oldest part of the structure. 5-22-2017_026

In my post back in 2015 ( I stopped by Asa’s house  after seeing the barn get taken down. I had kept tabs on it since I first saw it 7 years back. Anyhow, this weekend was my chance, possibly the only one I would get, to see what the inside was like.

The first room felt more like a shed, yet had clearly been used as living space. The pink room was the next room I stepped into. The door in the pink room opens right onto the road, you can see the white line on the pavement outside the window. It makes me wonder how long it was just a path before it encroached on the house. Built in 1758  it must have been many years that passed. The pink room had the usual odd assortment of debris in it, plus a long dead raccoon which had clearly lost the battle.


The front hall showed just as much wear, and each room had sadly been visited by a teen with a can of spray paint and a lack of original thought. The floors were a bit spongy, the left behind dressers numerous. It felt more like a place that had been passed through by inhabitants than lived in for generations. There was the odd working in of indoor plumbing for bathrooms and kitchens. I make it a policy to never go in basements, and rarely upstairs, especially with spongy floors on the main level. But I doubt I would have found much of interest. The house was devoid of presence, just a shell of abandoned stuff no one cared enough to take or toss. The good news is the property, while it will come down, will not become a neighborhood of overpriced cookie cutter mansions. A beekeeper who pulled up as I was getting a full shot of the exterior said that he will be using the land for a nature/education area and store for his expanding beekeeping business! That seems to me to be a sign of progress in the right direction.



Green explosion


All that remained of this outbuilding was the one wall. It bowed in and out along its’ length, defying the elements a day at a time. When I saw it I was struck by the lush profusion of leaves that surrounded the old wood. It seemed a perfect contrast to the vigor of life and passage of time wearing down all things. All the structures on this piece of land are gone now, after sitting unused for years. The house I wrote about some time ago (Goodspeed) commenting on the condition and ruminating on the history. Houses and outbuildings fascinate me, and not just the rundown ones, though not the cookie cutter ones. I like the lines, design, siting and feeling a house gives off. I like the softened edges of an old house that has seen years of family use, yet is still standing tall. I like the crispness of a new house, its’ history wanting to start, all fresh-faced like a child at the bus stop for the first day of school. Even as a child I loved to look at houses and envision the interior layout and how it was lived in. Maybe I have a strong “shelter gene” that draws me to places of shelter, though some I have seen have given off a strong vibe that belies that concept. Who knows, I just know I find most buildings fascinating, and for me that is enough.