I’m feeling wistful for Alberta, having spent nearly an hour going through my image archives looking for something to post in today’s blog.
My search has brought me back to Rowley, the ghost town I mentioned in an earlier post, and this window treatment.
I do love old barns — maybe because I love horses and horses live in barns — but mostly, I imagine, because I am a hopeless romantic and my imagination is fed by old, surviving structures.
I’m also fond of lilacs and their sweet fragrance which will soon grace the spring air.
So, to me this image is a double winner.
I suspect my fondness for old spaces comes from my own experience as a survivor. And while I remain fond of antiquity and the way it plays with my imagination I am intent upon moving forward with my life, and thriving.
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