I’ve spent much of the week visiting family in a remote part of the Midwest for the Thanksgiving holiday. I usually make it back here a few times a year and it always restores my soul a little. I feed off the space, the love, the memories, the security of knowing I can come here and be safe.
This is my official Sinful Sunday entry for the week. There are a number of dilapidated sheds and outbuildings around the place that are magical to me. This was taken in one of them.
This is the outside of the building (included because I think it is gorgeous). I had hoped to get a shot of myself through the window but the day was so windy, the voice activated shutter wouldn’t have worked and my longest timer is only 10 seconds.
In some ways, this is the most personal image I’ve ever posted here.
Thanks for indulging me.