Trip pics - Part 2
May. 26th, 2012 03:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
outsdrRemember the column I wrote, where I mentioned I said good night to all the animals on my wallpaper? This is the wallpaper:
The bobcat still looks sad.
More treasures.
That ceiling fan must have been put in after I moved out; there was one of those round fluorescent ceiling lights there before; you can still see the ring in the paneling from it.
What's left of the outside entry to the cellar. The creepy, creepy entry.
Looking at the house, it's hard to fathom what was going through the builder's head when it was erected. That's obviously a window frame, that a joist has been put into before the outside entry was built. There are other window frames like that as well.
The creepy, creepy cellar. I spent a lot of time in high school cleaning this cellar out; the dessicated rat carcase I found haunted me for a long time.
Goodbye, noble friend.
The dresser that my brother wanted to burn and I ended up saving. My mother painted it for me as a child, and cut out animals from the left over wallpaper to decorate it. She really was a heck of a woman.
The burning pile.
Wildflowers were every where.
Fungus too.
Random wood. Just like high school.
I swear the stuff behind the cellar door has not changed in 30 years.
The "front" door (actually the back door, but the front door and front porch led nowhere) always made a distinct noise when it opened, and I didn't want that sound to be lost. That sound brings back a tidal wave of memories,
More sound captures; light switches, the sound the stairs make ...
Looking down the cellar steps. I didn't walk down them too far.
Silly nephews.
The bobcat still looks sad.
More treasures.
That ceiling fan must have been put in after I moved out; there was one of those round fluorescent ceiling lights there before; you can still see the ring in the paneling from it.
What's left of the outside entry to the cellar. The creepy, creepy entry.
Looking at the house, it's hard to fathom what was going through the builder's head when it was erected. That's obviously a window frame, that a joist has been put into before the outside entry was built. There are other window frames like that as well.
The creepy, creepy cellar. I spent a lot of time in high school cleaning this cellar out; the dessicated rat carcase I found haunted me for a long time.
Goodbye, noble friend.
The dresser that my brother wanted to burn and I ended up saving. My mother painted it for me as a child, and cut out animals from the left over wallpaper to decorate it. She really was a heck of a woman.
The burning pile.
Wildflowers were every where.
Fungus too.
Random wood. Just like high school.
I swear the stuff behind the cellar door has not changed in 30 years.
The "front" door (actually the back door, but the front door and front porch led nowhere) always made a distinct noise when it opened, and I didn't want that sound to be lost. That sound brings back a tidal wave of memories,
More sound captures; light switches, the sound the stairs make ...
Looking down the cellar steps. I didn't walk down them too far.
Silly nephews.
