While Rudi and I were up in Connecticut this weekend, I snapped a series of pictures of Gramma’s house, which she sold this week. (That’s a topic for a different post.) This one, while not showing much of the house, pretty much sums up the experience for me.
I know that the following poem is about a wheelbarrow and not a wagon, but I still thought it went with the mood of the photo and my mood in general these days:
The Red Wheelbarrow
so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white
— William Carlos Williams
This is the second in my monthly 007: Snap a Dozen Days posts. You can find the January post here.