Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Abandonment Issues: Lightle House on the Prairie
We leave these bones behind. We inhabit these shells, these domiciles, and then we abandon them. We go vacant. It all rots and decays, as nature always defeats nurture in the end. But we leave these bones behind. Fragments of our selves. Proof that we formerly existed. Our possessions. Our things and stuff. Our bones. Physical reminders that we once lived and breathed and simply were. Bones, or even ashes, that is what we're reduced to.
We leave these bones behind in the form of memories as well. For a time, we live on in the hearts and minds of loved ones or those whose lives we may have touched. But eventually, they leave their own bones behind and we are eternally forgotten.
Happiness is in the moment, ever afters never last. Happy endings are an impossibility. I've seen enough bones to know that much.
It was a fierce and bitter bone chilling wind that shook us to our cores as we trekked up the hill in late November of 2013. Ninja and I, in the company of our friends terapr0 and tash.0, having just toured the elusive Ontario Reformatory together, embraced the cold. Our teeth chattered and our spines shivered as we took high step after high step through the snow covered driveway toward the old stone house atop the hill.
We had entered under a clear blue sky with soft white clouds, and after a time period somewhere between a moment and a lifetime, we exited into the midst of a full on blizzard.
Inside, we found so many bones.
On a muggy day in mid May of 2014, we were crossing the province exploring new terrain and encountering more bones. Along the way we stopped in for a second look at the Lightle House on the Prairie.
The following images are a mixture from both of these two visits, falling into winter and springing into summer.
Sweeping the Ashes
Man's Salvation Out Of World Distress At Hand!
Time stands still
Elmira Stove Works
Please leave a message
On the inside looking out
Fly on the curtain
Please wait to be seated
The day the music died
Keys to success
The Estelle Costanza Doll
The Daily Mercury (Guelph, Friday, August 27, 1982)
Ann's Science homework
Cabbage Patch Kids
Ho Ho Ho! Green Giant!
Put your best foot forward, or on the table.
In May of 2014, a half dozen barn swallows are zipping in and out of the house through broken windows. A female swallow nesting above the door frame at the bottom of the stairs chirps to proclaim it's turf and protect it's newly laid young. Life goes on here.
Swallow swallows and regurgitates
In the next room over, another swallow flies in circles overhead for two or three minutes. And we watch, Ninj and I. It never does land, it out waits us and eventually we give it some space to either escape or settle back into it's nest atop the door frame above Ninja's smiling face in the photo below.
Learning to fly
Who's Little Pony?
Janet (My Notes - Listening Book 1987-88)
All the animals liked Johnny Appleseed.
Lots of fat little rabbits.
Hansel and Gretel asleep in the forest.
Every Inch A Sailor sung by Oscar Brand
the summer of Satan's Gorge
We Trust Ontario Hospital Insurance Has Served You Well
Ninja IX looks outward
Ninja IX looks within
Thy Kingdom Come
School's Out Forever
Crackdown On Manure (Farm and Country, Tuesday Sept 16, 1980, 50 cents)
Lets head upstairs. Shall we?
Floored by the beauty of the banister
Waiting For The Sun by The Doors
Grounded in my room
Old Black Joe
There's Music In The Air
Mirror mirror mirror mirror on the dresser
It takes a smurf village
Jumping on the bed
The Wall by Black Mould
You light up my life
And now lets head back downstairs and outside...
Everything falls a p a r t
Life is a highway (Falling into winter)
Ridin' dirty (Springing into summer)
We left no bone unturned.
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