Monday, May 02, 2005


What's left of my great-grandmother's childhood home, just before Walnut Street Bridge. She was born in 1898. Posted by Hello

5 comments:

Seph said...

I don't know if it's the impossible verdure (is that a word?) the stone -- or both together, but I want Ireland. It reminds me of Wicklow, of Cashel, of Cobh.

A lovely photogrpah but my memories fill me with longing and not the poignance I should feel. A stairway to nowhere.

LKD said...

Hey, Paul, lookie, lookie! Last week C Dale was up on Slate. This week's your turn, eh?:

Water

Paul said...

It is my turn, indeed. Thanks for the heads-up!

Peter said...

I love these steps; this'd make a wonderful framed photo.

Anonymous said...

certainly a lovely picture but think there should be a poem here also - right?

Sherry