Archive for February, 2009
Awnings create a cover of shade as the rays of morning sunlight bare down on its surface. Lights flicker around it at dusk in preparation for the illumination of red brick cultivated, shaped and produced from the clay of the local soil. Chipped paint peels under the hands of a child who stands at the toes of his parents waiting for entry. A patina of pale green and brown blankets a brass handle; much used, less protected.
Hands touch it. Feet kick it. It’s pushed, pulled, opened, closed, banged and otherwise mishandled. It protects us, offers safekeeping, a respite from heat, wind and rain. Behind it decisions are made, secrets are kept; life unfolds.
It has its own story; one that can enlighten and entrance. It sees all yet never speaks. It takes in life and lets it escape.