“Someone should fix this up,” she said.
They walked through poison ivy (maybe) and tall grasses to see up close.
“Look in this window,” he said.
She looked. There was a boat.
The boat was in an old, old room.
The old, old room was in a house.
“If this were France, there’d be people living in it,” she said.
“Yeah, all peeling paint and that French elegance thing.”
The Beauty in the Decay Series
is attentive to the intersection of nature with human-built things;
how nature will have its way.
The captivating presence of the process.
– poem and photos by mary macgowan