Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Our summer heatwave has come and gone, leaving us all a little limp and the grass brown and crunchy under foot. Yesterday I got a call from a retired teacher friend who runs a construction business, saying he and the crew would be over to work on our deck. This photo is is me holding a picture I took in 1991 when the crew added the deck to the back of our house.
It's funny how nostalgic I feel having them back, and I can imagine Jim, perhaps just stepped away for a minute. Time passes, things and people age and change, and for me photos make that gradual change more tangible.
Which brings me to a website I discovered recently that gave me the idea to take the picture of a picture. It's called Dear Photograph, and it is a brainchild of a young man who had the idea to take pictures of the past in the present, then write about the changes that have taken place over time. He started a blog and invited other people to do the same thing, with touching results. It's worth a look.
A house becomes a home when you live in it for years, and when you change it to make it your own. We bought this house on a shady street in an old neighborhood in 1990, and loved the place's nooks and corners, its cove ceilings and wood trim. We didn't love he back yard so much, especially since we like eating outside in nice weather. So in 1991 we invited Russ and his crew to build us a deck. We couldn't stand the idea of cutting down the maple that shaded the back porch, so we had them build the deck around the tree. Jim designed a wooden seat encircling the trunk, and a railing to keep us from falling off the edge. Two decades have passed, and the tree has gotten wider, too broad for its space, so it's time for a little updating and maintenance. We all are a little older (and maybe wider too), but we're all still hanging in there, and hoping for many more summers.