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February 28, 2007

the second of a dozen
posted by soe 11:59 pm

a forlorn Radio Flyer

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.

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Perhaps it is the late hour at which I read this, but that photograph of the radio flyer wagon elicits melancholy smiles.

I still don’t undertand that poem, though. Wikipedia helps a bit with context: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Red_Wheelbarrow

If I am truly sharing your mood right now, I hope you exagerate when you say it is your mood in general these days.

Comment by Grey Kitten 03.01.07 @ 4:29 am

it sounds as though it might have been an emotional trip. i absolutely love the photo of the red wagon — not even a wagon i’ve known and yet the memories of me, my brother and our wagon come flooding back. thanks for the good memories!

Comment by amanda 03.01.07 @ 8:20 am

Beautiful Poem Sprite.
I love the photo.
Reminds me of when I was little, my red radio flyer loaded with all the worldly possessions of a 5 year old trucked some serious miles around the house.

Comment by paula 03.02.07 @ 12:08 am