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Leave Clues by Ombwah, Bun Bun, Phamtomdark

September 5th, 2010 3:12 PM / Location: 37.539456,-122.2823

INSTRUCTIONS: Leave clues.

For a time,

My family graced the western shores of this wide country, we grew there, and lived well.

But all things must end.

And the time came when those I had called colleague looked about with hooded eyes, when every flicker of illumination revealed only the menacing shadow of secrets and betrayal, and the western sun shone wan through the clouds.

I knew the time was nigh to hitch the wagon to the most stalwart beasts I could rent and hie to my haven in the east.

It was an arduous journey* but before we left our home of more than three years, I cataloged some of the touches we left on the place - some of the things that the crew sent in to make the place homogeneous and sterile again would have to regard and contemplate - wondering what we had been up to that had roughed those edges and marred those walls.

In addition to what is shown in the pictures here, we left a CRT monitor and a 24" television arranged on an entertainment center in the corner of an upstairs room. Each bit of furniture removed left an island in the dust that even vacuuming with the Kirby wouldn't remove. There was left a boot sized hole at the base of the stairs, where something large and heavy had hit the wall after being slid down the stairs by a thoughtless child, seeking expedience at any cost. There were myriad pinholes in the walls from pictures and posters. The banister was left broken from two of three braces, and hung listlessly along the length of the stairs from the one remaining anchor at the bottom to rest on the floor at the top.

Finally, we left the lingering auras of cats, people and incense swirling in our wake, and we departed,

leaving only clues.

*This is also an interesting story, but it is for another time. Among the many things that occurred, I Left Clues (albeit hidden away) at a low-budget, yet amusing casino in Wendover Nevada.

Also, I lost my camera, and was left with only the pictures on my phone. In that case, I suppose it is true that I left clues for the thief as well, if they bother to check the data left on the camera they took.

- smaller

People leftovers

People leftovers

We did not clean up the floors, after living there so long, and leaving in such a hurry, it simply wasn't in the stars. The elephant is, nonetheless, serene.


Sweet old memories

Sweet old memories

From roses that fell from a wedding, my sisters I think... Now a mystery to the apartment cleaners.


The garden

The garden

Our potato mound, just beginning to really take off, our stretching morning glories, the largest of our pots (inverted so as not to harbor mosquitoes) and our marble craft table, lamentably too large and heavy to move.


Smile!

Smile!

Someone wants you to remember to keep the proper perspective.


Candle scar

Candle scar

Here there was an altar, where often burned the candle.


Inadvertently sealed

Inadvertently sealed

There was also wax.


The weeping wall

The weeping wall

lots of wax


Many, many hands

Many, many hands

The kitchen may be empty, but the cupboards bear the evidence of a thousand snack breaks.



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Sigh...
posted by Phamtomdark on September 6th, 2010 3:57 AM

so fun while it lasted