Thursday, 4 June 2009

The final straw

Abandoned cottage, Running Stream, Castlereagh Hwy, towards Mudgee
Pulling the door behind her
Juggling the youngest and the hessian bag
Her dry reddened fingers hesitated
As the emotion whelled.

8 comments:

Joan Elizabeth said...

We sure are on the same wavelength today. Love the pic ... rust, old timber, and CI all in one.

AB said...

I like the colours and the textures in this photo

brattcat said...

What an extraordinary post. The doorknob has a fragility the draws us in. And the sorrow of the piece of rope hanging from it. The freshly revealed heart of wood, the weary old boards. Beautiful, Julie.

Lois said...

Your pictures always amaze me!

B Squared said...

Beautifully done.

Vogon Poet said...

Poetry of old wood planks with a rusty knob. Colours are stunning.

Martina said...

what all the others said, very good photo! My favourite materials ... ;-)

mostafaghabari said...

We are in need of beauty. We are in need of sobering moments; we are in need of someone to hunt then for us. you are a great hunter of great moments.