Allow me to get a little bit
Above is Mathews Mark opening the door to the world within this house. After spending a great deal of time taking shots of the exterior and of the magnificent outbuildings in the back, I was thrilled beyond belief to be able to take a peek inside. Legally. It's just not something I'm accustomed to.
Speaking of taking a peek, this is Chesapeake Bay Daughter squinting to see through a hole in one of the outbuildings. Look at the difference in color between the gray building and the background--which represents the dead of winter here in Mathews. The tree, which is enveloping the building, seems to grasp at Chesapeake Bay Daughter as if to say, "Come here, child, we need you."
But none of this is relevant to the main thing I wanted to convey, which is this:
Yesterday Mathews Mark let me trespass, photograph and wander through this house which has been in his family for a century or more. Afterwards, I went to visit his mother Pookie, one of my favorite ladies, who can weave a story as colorful and unpredictable as the view through a kaleidoscope. Her house, right down the road from the one above, is also rich in history. She very graciously shared her home, her stories and her warmth while patiently allowing me to photograph things like rotary phones and light fixtures.
Over the course of the next several days,
I will endeavor not to over-analyze all 100 photographs until you run away screaming I'll share some glimpses into the world of this house, and the family behind it, which includes Mathews Mark, Mathews Mountain Man and their colorful, lively and very entertaining mother Pookie.
After a day full of stories, laughter, history lessons and incredible photo opportunities, I must say it again: Reality TV show producers should be busting down the doors to get at this county.
With deep appreciation and gratitude to Ms. Pookie and Mathews Mark, I look forward to sharing more photos and stories throughout this week.