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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

1886 House: First View

       "Go over there and ask him. I know he'll say yes," Julie said, encouraging me to speak to the owner of a house built in 1886. She was right: I was allowed on the property to document a house built in 1886 and the results are below. Indeed, Matthew was warm and welcoming as he allowed MyMrMallory and me to tag along this evening to take pictures of what we believe has become the oldest house in Wichita County.  The thing is that the house is ruined by mold, so the current owners feel obligated to bulldoze it to the ground. My voluntary mission: Document the house with photographs. Later we will research the history of the house. I hope to document it here as we go along.

A cold front blew in at an estimated fifty-miles per hour as we drove toward the old house.

I hoped the clouds would embellish my photographs of the house.

Northeast view of the old house. (HDR image.)

Southwest view. (HDR image.) The distortion has to do with the effect of the lens. 

Southeast view. (Distortion due to the effect of the lens. Okay, I DO need to read now the literature FEK sent to me to tweak the wide-angle lens distortion.)

Awesome views all around as the cold front moved past us. 


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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
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