A friend has bought a long abandoned house
with a path that leads directly to the water.
How wonderful.
The neglected greenhouses are a photographer's delight --
neglected stuff always is -- providing all you have to do is look at it rather than do anything about it.
The sky visible though a missing pane.
I'm reminded of Roethke's poem, Child on Top of a Greenhouse
The wind billowing out the seat of my britches,My feet crackling splinters of glass and dried putty,
The half-grown chrysanthemums staring up like accusers,
Up through the streaked glass, flashing with sunlight,
A few white clouds all rushing eastward,
A line of elms plunging and tossing like horses,
And everyone, everyone pointing up and shouting!
