Too Hot to Be Outdoors
Near the railroad tracks. Deserted now, but at one time, when I was a girl, these were thriving businesses. Families had only one car then and the man of the house ususlly took it to work. It was easy to walk to the store for the people who lived in the mill village. The shop keepers knew everyone by name and they knew what you were doing as well. It kept people on the straight and narrow. We’ve lost that, for sure. Neither way is perfect, it seems to me.
The red color of these buildings, enhanced by my little computer, makes me happy. I can almost feel the July sun beating down on my head and shoulders as I trudge to the store for a loaf of bread. Though I didn’t trudge to the store. We lived in the country and it was miles to the nearest store. You know what I mean, though.
Oh, wait a minute! Look at the window in the building on the right. I do believe it’s a person sitting there, just staring out at the street. Lonely, lonely figure. Could this possibly qualify as a Edward Hopper wanna be? I think so, darlin’. I really do!