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| Bloomingdale, NY |
Old buildings ooze stories. History seeps around the corners, climbs the steeple, begging to be released from behind the boarded up windows and quietly knocks on the locked doors.
The patterns remain but are long forgotten ... until a stranger glances up and thinks, someone's hands meticulously cut the wood to add a symbol of the buildings life.
The beauty remains. Changed and worn.
The past is the story, of marriages, baptisms, funerals, gatherings. The stories are formless, the laughter and tears are soundless; but, they remain. What happens going forward is not yet revealed. It's like a book that is waiting to be opened... someday.
For now, its beauty will be captured in the heart of the beholder.
I just came across your blog by accident. I am loving it. My mom is from Saranac Lake and I have such great memories of visiting as a child. I now take my own family there for vacations. Trip is not complete until we have had creamy treats from Mountain Mist. Thanks for your beautiful pictures.
ReplyDeleteI just came across your blog by accident. I am loving it. My mom is from Saranac Lake and I have such great memories of visiting as a child. I now take my own family there for vacations. Trip is not complete until we have had creamy treats from Mountain Mist. Thanks for your beautiful pictures.
ReplyDeletePosting under "reply" to you Kim. Not sure that you would otherwise be notified that I commented back to you.
DeleteOh my gosh Kim - so glad you found the blog! If you scroll back thru you will find lots of Saranac Lake posts. The mountains and lakes have my heart. Thanks for posting a comment. Hope you continue to enjoy! I was within walking distance of Mountain Mist ... Loved the vanilla with cherry coating!
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