Creative Writing and unfinished business…
June 4, 2017 § 13 Comments
derelict farmhouse –
the faint sound
of children crying
Tagged: creative writing, ghosts, haiku, poetry
I like the idea of studying a building and imagining its back story. Nice shot too.
Yes. And thank you. For me, stories often grow out of old buildings. I’ve always lived in old ones too… their history written on their skin.
That building is so interesting. It is sad.
It is, but fear not, Dan. All these buildings that rotted back into the soil years ago are now restored for city types at vast expense…
Which is, I guess, better than simply letting them disappear, as long as it is done properly.
I suppose. They often renovate the character out of them 😦
I’ve seen picture of them where they surely do, that is simply tragic. 😦 The charm is in the oldness, if you take that away, might as well well build an efficient modern box. But When done right, I’ve seen a few, that are quite lovely. I couldn’t do it myself, but I bet I could find someone who could, and if I had the chance, I would. Much of the charm of England is in these old buildings, or so it has always seemed to me.
I’ve always lived in old and lovely buildings, so I’m a bit of a purist, but they’re not always easy to live in. I would rather like to design and build a contemporary structure for my old age!
I can surely understand that, I’ve mostly lived in, what to you, are middle aged, ones. And can well remember that when he built his house in his forties, one of dad’s rules was: No steps. Now at my age, I wish I still had it! In truth, any style (pretty much) executed well, is an enjoyable thing.
I love derelict buildings and you’ve really captured that sense of untold stories they hold.
Thank you, Andrea. I love them too.
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