Sunday, November 14, 2010

Wall Flower

I don't know why I'm so drawn to walls



with layers of paint and shabby old posters,



with colors new and old announcing their presence.




Perhaps it's that the wall's story is whispered




through time, a history in which


little glimpses of the past still peek





through to the present in unexpected ways.


Whatever the reason, you can expect to find me
taking pictures of walls.



Does that mean I'm a wall-flower?


(I'm joining Deb for Mexico Monday,
since all these photos were taken
on our recent trip to San Miguel de Allende
and nearby towns. )

9 comments:

Kim Mailhot said...

A beautiful bloom you are, that's for sure ! Thanks for sharing the wall whispers with us today.
Happy Sunday !

Bonnie said...

Wonderful! Some walls do whisper.

steven said...

i love crumbling brick walls. layers of paint telling the stories of decisions made and decisions unmade. steven

ellen abbott said...

It's the evidence of lives lived.

LadyCat said...

They do tell a story. When you peel off old layers of wallpaper off in an old house, you can imagine the families that have lived there through each layer and era. As the saying goes..."if these walls coud talk".

rebecca said...

certainly a flower,
that whispers...
wait, watch, listen.
i love your view of life.
xoxoxoxox,
rebecca

Stephanie said...

They speak volumes and you listen well...

x..x

deb did it said...

oh how I love chippy, peely layers of color, history and texture. If only those walls could talk, but you have managed to tell us a story with your beautiful photos!

Relyn said...

These walls are marvelous. I'm drawn to them, too. For me, it's their evocativeness. The way the make me wonder and dream. Plus, they are just plain beautiful.