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
upona red wheel
barrowglazed with rain
waterbeside the white
chickens.— William Carlos Williams
This is the second in my monthly 007: Snap a Dozen Days posts. You can find the January post here.
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 amit 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 amBeautiful 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.