More photos from Anna Maria Island Walkabout
Judy and I share a fondness for all things old, worn, weathered and rustic. I think we both "squealed" when she pointed it out to me. As I posted the photographs I thought "why" did we love this fence.
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the story told by "the fence" said "old" and the house beside "the fence" said "old". three quarters of a century have passed since the house was bright and shiny white and "the fence" stood tall and proud and the twisted vines were once brightly colored bougainvillea.
When they built "the fence", across the street were sand dunes with paths to the glittering gulf and waving sea oats. As a child, we would drive across the old wooden bridge that had no sides (shudder at that memory) and park where we wanted and walk wherever we wanted.
There is little public beach and on this street room for 5 cars to park with access to the beach. there are many miles of white sand and sparkling water on this island with no access for us. A large ugly fence with no character faces this lovely old fence.
This photo is what "the fence" stares at all day now. This fence is the memories our children and grand children will see, no character but a story told that needs no words.
the "why" I think is a longing for Times Past
Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: you find the present tense, but the past perfect! ~Owens Lee Pomeroy
****************If you're yearning for the good old days, just turn off the air conditioning. ~Griff Niblack