Sometimes the most scenic roads in life are the detours you didn’t mean to take. ~ Angela N. Blount
Cruising the streets of downtown Des Moines last Sunday, something caught my eye. It was the backlot of an architectural salvage company where they sell assorted artifacts in keeping with the trend in refashioning and repurposing old relics, furniture, fixtures and bric-a-brac. We visited the place last summer and I was appalled at the obscenely high prices they charged although it was a fascinating place to explore. No matter. It costs nothing to snap a few photos and glean some inspiration along the way.
We continue to battle the evil malware demons that have somehow infiltrated both our laptops.
Keeping tabs and employing ‘hunt and peck’ via my WordPress cellphone app is a wearying endeavor and time-consuming to boot.
Thanks to all who continue to stop by. I hope to return soon in full force!
By far, the greatest gift my mother gave to us girls was her love of reading. On visits back home, we girls would peruse her shelves for something new to read or to reminisce with Mom about old favorites. My uncle, Roy, built these shelves for her a few years ago and they hold most – but not all! – of her collection.
I snapped this photo a few weeks ago and also captured a few shots of aerial photos of the old homestead, a cringe-worthy family photo of the six of us girls from the early 80’s and a series of incredible photos that my mother took of a summer storm. I can’t believe I never thought to photograph these things before. Now, I have my own copies to cherish for years to come. As for all these books, well, we girls will have to draw straws, I’m afraid, to divvy them all up after Mom’s gone. But hopefully, we won’t have to concern ourselves with that for some time…