Old Houses

Year after year after year
I have come to love slowly

how old houses hold themselves—

before November’s drizzled rain
or the refreshing light of June—

as if they have all come to agree
that, in time, the days are no longer
a matter of suffering or rejoicing.

I have come to love
how they take on the color of rain or sun
as they go on keeping their vigil

without need of a sign, awaiting nothing

more than the birds that sing from the eaves,
the seizing cold that sounds the rafters.
BY ROBERT CORDING

[Charlie]

That quote is especially true of the location of the picture in Sitka, Alaska. Sitka has a annual rainfall over 130 inches.

[Ricky Anderson]

Were they still inhabited?

[Ranger Biscuit]

If those houses could talk!

[Margo]

Great shot of these wooden houses

[Casablanca]

@bigdad Wow, that is a lot! Love these houses, they look so weathered and full of stories

[Jane Anderson]

@bigdad @arthur2sheds @ranger1 @777margo @casablanca @DbJ_365
Thanks so much for commenting on my photo of the two old houses in Sitka, Alaska. It was hard to tell if they were still occupied, but it looked like people were there either to work or hang out at least. For example, there were tools and trash nearby, and open windows.

[Harbie]

How I love these old houses!