Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
‘Land-bound by winter and age, a once-proud sailing vessel in search of the Sea.’
(Landscape orientation)
A sailboat, without a mast, stands upright in supporting cradle that rests on a flatbed tractor trailer. Appearing to be at least thirty feet in length, it has a full keel (painted a tired-rust red in contrast to the white above the waterline). The hull is wood-planking and in need of repair
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Saturday. Snow. Mysterious (and creepy) old houses. Music bloghop with friends.
That should be enough to get us started. Which, we should never forget, is due to the quiet, backstage work of Josie Two Shoes our faithful adminstrix and hostinae.
1) Interesting work and such.
‘A lakeside cabin being pulled into the earth.’
(Landscape orientation)
The bottom half of the photo is divided between brown and beige leaf covered ground on the right and a green ground-cover, the color of shamrocks in a better place, at a better time. There is a hint of a path up the middle (of the lower half of the photo).
The structure is single level with an open doorway in the middle and windows on each side. The siding is grey and worn, like dirty cinder blocks, stacked the wrong way, end on end rather than long side atop long side. There is a chimney to the left of the open doorway and it is, in fact, constructed of cinder block (cinder block motto: ‘someday we’ll make this look attractive, for now, it gets the job done.’)
The odd thing (one of the odd things) is that the trim on the windows and door (opening) and roofline is painted in a dark red… (like barn siding after extended rain). This purely decorative paint is the best part of the entire structure.
Then we look at the roof and realize why our first impression was of a house being pulled down into the earth. The roof sags to the point of having a hole, just above and to the right of the open doorway. Through which we can not only see the interior of the house but right through and out the other side, an un-even rectangle of glass where there must be a sliding glass door, the better to see the lake beyond.
The roof is light black shingles and the left end is partially-covered with brown pine needles. It makes that part of the roof look like some long hidden map, sea and land, strange shapes.
2) A world in a photo
3) A story in a photo
4) Mother Nature in a photo
5) Friends and bloghops and music: spent part of the day yesterday with Kristi and Kenya and Tamara and Janine and Dana and Debi and Pat and Friend of the Doctrine, Kerry and… Jen Kehl (who goes way back) and hosted the second bloghop I participated in, Twisted Mixtape. The theme of the FTSF was ‘Listicle …Music that changed us’ (or something). stop in, plenty of excellent tuneage.
6) Una (doing the smart thing this Saturday morning, resting up for the weekend ahead)
7) Phyllis (taking one excellent photo (in the same space of time, I took 17, this was the best of the lot (I’ll leave the implications of quality versus quantity approach to art to you, the Reader (who, if you’re new to this blog, might need to look up the references when I say, (‘therein the difference between a clark and a roger‘))))
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9) Sunday Supplement
10) Secret Rule 1.3 (from the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules) [from the ‘Forward’ of the current edition: “the Book of Secret Rules (BoSR/SBoR) is the difference between work and creativity and, as such, is the birthright of those who would participate in the world of words and ideas (and such). This edition contains changes necessitated by the fact that, by definition, there can be no complete and definitive set of Rules. have at it, yo.]
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I enjoyed all your photos, especially that creepy old house. If there was Smell-a-vision, I’m betting on really old house. Funny about photos. I tend to take a ton of shots and have to choose the best or least worst. Lol. Una has the right idea.
It was an adventure. The hole in the roof created a fair amount of wood rot. (Don’t tell Phyllis, but I kinda made an extra effort to walk lightly. You can’t see it in the photos, but the hole is sort of suspended over the steep hillside, supported by four cinder block columns.)
That house looks like it wouldn’t take much to push it over. Kind of strange that the bed still had a bedspread on it. Was Mother Nature a beaver in #4? Thanks for the shout out in #5. Una is looking so very relaxed. I think I have more photos of my husband with his camera than without it. He loves to take photos, but isn’t too keen to having his photo taken.
I was thinking that as I walked inside (see reply to Val). Yes! Beaver for sure.
Once proud sailing vessel…sad :( Don’t know why, but that makes me sad.
I enjoy pictorial posts. Very….something…nice, comforting, thought provoking..
The word that comes to mind in many of these photos is loss, but with the expectation that more will come later somehow.
Nice thankfuls, I always enjoy seeing Una. Poor old house
It was an interesting house… the floors were decidedly creaky.
So what was the Sunday supplement? And another question. That bed, with coverings, was still in the house!? I have to wonder if someone had recently squatted there. And the siding. You know…I used to be all for trying wild things and colors in the houses where I lived, and then somewhere along the line I figured out that if you go too unconventional (as with the siding here) it doesn’t look unusual, it just looks awful: as if an inexperienced siding person had a little too much beer and felt adventurous. These days I’m more into subtle colors (I suppose you have to be with a rock house and being right downtown next to a bunch of nice(r) houses – I don’t think fluorescent pink would go over too well with the gray rock. Just saying. Nor would I want to try. Just sharing that for rhetorical purposes.
But it bothers me when house designs go wrong and…it seems like it doesn’t take much for them to go wrong. Around here, people sometimes have bare cinderblocks with paint on them. I don’t know why, but that style really bothers me, too. Perhaps it’s the cult/warehouse feel they give off. I mean for god’s sake, STUCCO the thing or at least paint designs on them…mosaics…SOMETHING.
Then there are houses that are “sided” with shingles. That’s just plain wrong, too.
Perhaps the rogerian worldview in me is asserting itself, but I just…can’t. Who wants asphalt on the side of their house?
Haha…apparently I’m far too passionate about sidings on houses. I do so like the rock house I live in – holds in heat, stays cool, pretty sound-tight…character. Yes, please. lolol
ayiiee! I will get the supplement up. (I’me having an inordinate amount of difficulty posting (and retrieving) videos from ‘the youtube’ I suspect it’s because I haven’t been paying enough attention the new and improved (aka fee required)
the bed and the bedroom were totally cool… in a creepy way.
There is a certain ‘chicken coop’ look to asphalt siding. The cinderblock chimney does totally look ‘unfinished’. As to home designs I think I know what you mean, there are so many factors and variables… on of my pet peeves is when ‘scale’ is messed up. Granted, scale is a quality that’s abstract hard to describe, but (when it’s improperly done) you know it when you see it or, even, feel it.
Phyllis, as a roger, contributes a useful concept from her predominant worldview, she speaks of things looking ‘on purpose’…makes a world of difference.
Thanks for the mention with FTSF. I think I gave off a rather sad vibe with my ten song selections, but all of it is true and sincere.
Love this week’s landscape orientations. Old sailboats and love that description of a house, which, incidentally, made me immediately think of the shrieking shack. Not a Harry Potter fan, well the shrieking shack is an old house, on the outskirts of the land where the Hogwarts castle sits, rundown and said to be haunted. Don’t know why I related the two, but it was an unconscious thing, you know?
Shrieking shack?!!
(I don’t believe I’ve read any of the Harry Potter books.) This house overlooks a small lake but the land that runs from the road to the lake is quite steep… you need to be careful walking, its that steep. Probably not the kind of place you’d want to visit at night. Makes me think of ‘The Blair Witch Project’.