"Where the House Use to Be", 11x14, Oil.
It was the flood of light across this empty lot that invited my attention. Especially these two pillars of stone that stand as the lone survivors of someone's hurricane devastation.
The rest of this journal entry doesn't relate to the unknown owners of this vacated lot, but my mom. A few weeks ago she came to visit. Just after returning home, her house burnt down. Neighbors saw the flames and alerted them to get out. ---- Now here they are, this late in life, deciding to break up the old foundation and start anew. Lots of fortitude in that couple (he's 87!) I hope the building crews don't wreck her yard. Among other artistic endeavors, she can grow a beautiful garden. She is in North Carolina, where I pray all my friends along the coast stay safe from this week-end's storm threat.