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Broken Home

What happens in a home that causes a family to walk out the front door never to return?

A place that children once played is filled with rats and other rodents.

The windows that you once looked out to see a wonderful covered bridge, are now infested with bees who call this place home.

I can picture a warm summer breeze blowing the curtains out this window, and a flower box on the outside overflowing with a dancing colorful display.  What thoughts come with looking at a broken home.
COMMENTS
Mthorne said at 2:01 p.m. on Nov 7, 2006:
how sad. it looks like such a nice little house.
Setu said at 2:09 p.m. on Nov 7, 2006:
This is life ! It happens to all, The Body remains...Soul leaves...for a new...
Carltonsoohoo said at 2:15 p.m. on Nov 7, 2006:
Interesting interpretation..but what are other stories that could be true?
DEE-Trow said at 2:19 p.m. on Nov 7, 2006:
When I see old, abandoned homes I wonder who lived there and how their lives were. I also wonder what the world was like when these houses were built and the excitement of the people who first made this their home. So many questions. So few answers. I like this tabblo. It really makes you think.
Hollyridger said at 2:28 p.m. on Nov 7, 2006:
Well done, Rain - this small but touching tabblo evokes the sort of emotion that many photographers strive for. The softness and despair of the top photo says it all.
Flash said at 2:30 p.m. on Nov 7, 2006:
There is always sunshine after rain. (no pun intended) Notice the honey combs? Sweet!
Kl75214 said at 2:32 p.m. on Nov 7, 2006:
A Broken Home is when mommy or daddy leave and never comes back. Home is about live people. I see brokeness caused by people when I view your photos. Thank you for sharing.
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Candieiro said at 2:36 p.m. on Nov 7, 2006:
tell me more or show me more, sepia works great here. telling a story behind a lens is not an easy task, you are on the right track.
Ghostbones said at 3:37 p.m. on Nov 7, 2006:
Well done my friend, shows great emotion........not easy to portray.
Looks to have been a nice home once, shame it's gone to ruins.
I wonder how many ghosts are wandering around the old and creaky floorboards.
Chiloedream said at 5:11 p.m. on Nov 7, 2006:
This is sad, nothing more sad than a house without life. Stirring and moving pictures, bravo Rain, amitiés.
Jillcdunn said at 5:16 p.m. on Nov 7, 2006:
The pictures are a little sad I agree but I also see such potential here. This was obviously once a beautiful home and I'm hopeful that with the right owners and some love and attention it could be restored to its former glory. I love the way this tabblo makes one think--is it worthless because it's old and broken down? I don't think so. I think it just makes it all the more intriguing. I love your pictures. You did a great job with this.
Sydney.michelette said at 6:09 p.m. on Nov 7, 2006:
Great pics Rain. It's the perfect scene to T.S Elliot poems!
Eduardo.affonso said at 6:29 p.m. on Nov 7, 2006:
I have the same feelings and thoughts when I see a broken building. How many ghosts, how many memories still live inside it? Empty homes are full of unsaid words, untold histories, endless possibilities.
Caitbrowne said at 10:40 p.m. on Nov 7, 2006:
nice photographs, especially the bottom two. I like the bridge the best I think. I think the house is beautiful because, like a dying plant, it can be reborn. I agree with Sydney, an excerpt from "The Wasteland" would go nicely with these photographs. We are all broken in some way, or will be some day. If we're lucky, we don't get trapped behind the broken glass windows and find a way to rebuild. Well done Rain.
Rain said at 11:02 p.m. on Nov 7, 2006:
The Wasteland!! I was not thinkng of this work when I put this together, but it is so fitting.

"In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings,
Dry bones can harm no one.
Only a cock stood on the rooftree
Co co rico co co rico
In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
Bringing rain"





Thanks for all the great comments!
StacyCK said at 9:21 a.m. on Nov 8, 2006:
Great tabblo and dialogue! I often wonder the same when I see abandoned homes, I look and see their potential and wonder why someone would leave them.
TavarES said at 10:55 a.m. on Nov 8, 2006:
Perhaps either one marries haunted!
Pkeener said at 11:13 a.m. on Nov 8, 2006:
I have been facinated by abandoned homes and buildings ever since childhood. It always gets my imagination going...Wondering about the peiple who left and where they went and why they had to leave. You have captured this so well. Thank you for a wonderful Tabblo.
Leelee said at 2:24 p.m. on Nov 8, 2006:
i, too, an intrigued by "abandoned" homes. i have photos of one in dalark, ark...maybe i'll get around to posting them. we need a group for this1
Banafsheh said at 2:34 p.m. on Nov 8, 2006:
LOVELY!
Writeguy47 said at 6:40 p.m. on Nov 8, 2006:
your photographs really set a melancholy mood. Love the idea. I hate to see nice old houses unoccupied, but what wonderful places to shoot.
Siagian said at 9:56 p.m. on Nov 8, 2006:
a house and its family make a home. a house without a family is like a person who has lost his mind...
Jasontengco said at 12:31 a.m. on Nov 9, 2006:
a whole new meaning to the phrase "broken home". very nice and sad at the same time.
Gbspictures said at 4:26 a.m. on Nov 9, 2006:
Pretty poignant stuff here. My favorite Tabblo of yours. Nicely done.
Marco_Andres said at 8:32 a.m. on Nov 9, 2006:
I love it too. Especially the progression from the detailed colour close up to the sepia and then to the black and white. Beautiful.
Nmat said at 8:21 p.m. on Nov 12, 2006:
The comments are as interesting as the tabblo. Flash, I think those are abandoned wasps' nests, not honeycombs ;-) And Cait, I love your comment that "we are all broken in some way, or will be someday." The Wasteland does go well here, as well as parts of Eliot's Four Quartets, e.g., "Sudden in a shaft of sunlight/Even while the dust moves/There rises the hidden laughter/ Of children in the foliage/Quick now, here, now, always-- /Ridiculous the waste sad time/Stretching before and after." (Eliot, Burnt Norton)
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