THE HOUSE
Its 30 windows
dawned on me right away,
but not its three faces.
posted by kc @ 7:56 PM
15 comments
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Its 30 windows
dawned on me right away,
but not its three faces.
15 Comments:
Amazing house.
Wow ... where is that?
North of town about 10 minutes. I'll take you there. Beth was driving around out there a couple of years ago and stumbled on it.
I don't understand why whoever owns the place isn't fixing it up.
Oh my God, G, your murse looks a lot like a shoulder bag I bought for the trip.
Why are you blogging at this hour? Are you home sick?
I mean sick at home.
I know. I don't know how you could own that house and not fawn over it. I don't think the attorney who owns it is hurting for money, but who knows? Maybe it's not his thing.
Yeah, I still had a bit of a fever this morning so I skipped again. If today was a class day I would have gone, but I don't want to go to a clinical site and get a client sick.
I should be good to go by Monday, but I am WAY behind now.
Poor G. If I were there, I'd take your vital signs every half hour and spoonfeed you some Jell-O.
That house is like Wuthering Heights, decaying on the moors.
Oooh, it is! Very apt, Erin.
One of the trees is even lightning-damaged.
It's lovely. When I drove to Eudora for our lunch with Susan, I saw lonely little homes isolated on great stretches of land and open air (farmers, I guess). I'd love to live like that. In the other direction, I think it would be great to live in Lecompton. I like Lecompton.
cl, I nearly pulled over on my return trip from Eudora to photograph a two-story white farmhouse. There was nothing around it but flat, flat land and blue, blue sky. It was like a painting.
I was talking to JN about his film and he said people didn't believe it when he told them it was shot in Kansas, because when they thought of Kansas they thought blah blah flat blah yadda yadda, and not the surreal earthy eerie Plains Gothic that you see in his film.
It's weird to see places you know on film. Like "Carnival of Souls" gave me a very haunted feeling about our town for a long time.
Hey. That is my house. Is it silly that I feel a little betrayed that you posted this on your blog without the story of how I drove you out to see it?
It is your house. I would never have known about it if you hadn't taken me there. I think I even balked at going. I didn't tell any story about it, though — just a very terse impression. I put the pictures up because a couple of people on the post before this one mentioned it.
I have sat outside of this house for hours with my to keep me company.
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