This old house sits idly beside Oklahoma State Highway 19 in the southeast corner of the state. Long abandoned, it still holds great charm for me. It makes me wonder about the family that lived here once upon a time. What was life like for them? How did they survive? What were their joys and celebrations? Their defeats and sufferings? What did the cold Oklahoma winter wind feel like as it rattled the siding and seeped through the cracks?
After taking a few shots (okay, a lot of shots) I stepped across the mud and entered the house through the opening in the side of the building. I stood on the old, rotting floor taking in the dimness now illuminated only by exterior light. I woke two large gorgeous white owls who now inhabit the home. I suppose they were Snowy Owls, but what do I know? I do know they were the highlight of my day. One flew around me several times, swooping within a few feet. She hovered for a moment while changing direction, and we stared at each other–man to bird–frightened animal to frightened animal. The house, once occupied by humans continues to shelter life of the most wondrous kind.
Love the sky, too.