The quiet, paschal beauty of this piece always gets to me. It reminds me of May 8, 2021, when I visited my grandfather's secondary farm out in southern Ohio for the last time for its auction. I went there so many times when I was a toddler, but years passed without our family visiting. We always said we would, but it was three hours away, and we got distracted by other things. After 7 years, my grandpa decided to sell. I was sick the day before the auction, so I feared I would not be able to go. But I was better the next day, and it was surreal seeing the empty house that I vaguely recalled from my youth for one, final time.
Time truly does know how to fly by, huh? Does wonders on certain places that were once so full of life & was a major part of our lives. Now it's merely a vague memory, lost between the pages of a photo album so place I assume. 😪
The quiet, paschal beauty of this piece always gets to me. It reminds me of May 8, 2021, when I visited my grandfather's secondary farm out in southern Ohio for the last time for its auction. I went there so many times when I was a toddler, but years passed without our family visiting. We always said we would, but it was three hours away, and we got distracted by other things. After 7 years, my grandpa decided to sell. I was sick the day before the auction, so I feared I would not be able to go. But I was better the next day, and it was surreal seeing the empty house that I vaguely recalled from my youth for one, final time.
Time truly does know how to fly by, huh? Does wonders on certain places that were once so full of life & was a major part of our lives. Now it's merely a vague memory, lost between the pages of a photo album so place I assume. 😪