Saturday, December 5, 2009
A week or so after Hurricaneaster Ida, I drove down to Haven Beach to inspect the damage. To get there one must pass an old house which sits directly by the dirt lane leading to the beach, on the right. My kids like to call it the Monster House because at one point one of the upper windows was covered by a great big picture of a creature from Where the Wild Things Are. Very strange, yes, but around here we've become accustomed to strange. Often we expect it. Strange is really the norm.
Anywho, when I drove past the house I noticed that not only was that picture gone, but all the windows were blown out.
Although I'm not sure if the storm blew the windows out or if someone purposely broke them, the fact is for the first time I could see clearly inside the house.
I love the window pictured above for several reasons. First, it provides a tiny glimpse into the house's past life. This was probably a little girl's room which I say only because of the flowery wallpaper. Second, I love that you can see through to the window on the opposite side of the room. It, too, is blown out and shows a tree trying to take over the house. (The trees are very successfully taking over. I'll share shots from the back of the house another day.)
In a way these windows tell a story. The first provides a glimpse into the past. The second shows the future.
I could stare through this window for hours wondering what happened inside that room. And that house. If only walls could talk.