A Rustic Perspectice

So I know I'm not the most faithful blogger. It's a good thing I made this a goal and not a resolution this year. (If you're a bit confused at this point, please feel free to check out ~My 2012 Goals~). However, I still find this experience to be a worth while venture....even if it does take me a month to write each post these days.

Last week, my folks were out of town on vacation. I was, of course, given the unglamorous job of watching over the house and feeding their pets everyday. This becomes quite a challenge with my schedule (and I only live one mile away). On one sunny afternoon my kids begged me to stay for awhile so they could play in the backyard and keep Bruiser, their adorable Bogle, company. I decided to pull my camera out and take in a few shots while I was enjoying the sudden free time we just created.

As I walked around my parents backyard, my perspective of my childhood home shifted as I took a deeper look from behind my lens. The little things that I often never notice were very present in my sight. The old eye sores that I'm constantly scolding my parents about and encouraging them to throw away, suddenly became pieces important pieces to story of their lives. I started to see the beauty in the clutter and half maintained plant life. My Dad's junk pile mysteriously transformed into this treasure full of stories that I can share with my kids.

I found old items that I made as a kid. Things that I'd made either in metal shop, wood shop, or even younger. I had discarded these items from my mind years ago. Yet my Dad still had them tucked away in his mound of what I considered "junk".  Maybe, it's the realization that time has slipped by so fast or the fact that "their" time has been measured by something so different than my own. I'm not sure exactly what happened in that moment, but I do know that I now look at my childhood home in a completely different light.


This is the house I grew up in and it oozes my parents from every square foot. However, instead of looking on as if it was caught in a time warp lacking modern style, I see the various odds and ends as segments in a storyline. The story of their life....and mine.

Time goes, you say? Ah no!

Alas, Time stays, we go.

~Henry Austin Dobson

 

Side Note: After I walked around for about an hour looking at everything, I realized I hadn't seen Bruiser in a while. I found him snoozing inside the air conditioned house. Apparently, he had opened the back door and let himself in. 

Such a spoiled dog :)