missing parts

I’ve been watching the demolition of an old hotel in Claiborne. It looked like a house, more than a hotel, and I once walked up to peek in the windows. The entire place always felt enveloped by emptiness, like something was missing.

Jack Harrald sent me this photo early in the week.

hotel

A couple days later, this is all that’s left.

coming down

And there’s still an emptiness, some missing parts. With the building there or without the building there, a feeling a human energy erased.

Can human energy be erased?

I don’t think so. I recall occasionally being overcome by feelings of human energy stored up in the land on the estate nearby. An emptiness, sometimes feelings of anger, rage would wash over me at strange times in the barns and outbuildings. And I’d remember that Frederick Douglass was only one of the enslaved people who visited that place.  Certainly human energy lives on there.

Like Gettysburg. Have you been there? You can feel even when you’re driving in your car, that you’ve come upon a battlefield. It’s as if it never ended, it goes on.

I wonder about this place, this piece of land, this old home. The fireplace standing tall, one last physical, tangible part – proof that lives were lived here, that people ate, lived, loved, vacationed here. Fights too, probably. Families. How long will the land hold their presence? Only time will tell.

And in the backyard, a quiet version of the same thing.

seatless swing

~ by kbosin on March 22, 2013.

3 Responses to “missing parts”

  1. I like/hate the photo of the broken tree swing – definitely captures the eye, but it’s very melancholy.

  2. Ghosts, and the idea of ghosts, I suppose will always be appealing to people. This post reminds me of the scene in “Patton” where George C. Scott pauses at a strange location in his North Africa desert campaign. His staff looks at him quizzically wondering why he stopped. They don’t understand– this area means nothing to them. Then the General explains that it was here that a great ancient battle was fought. He says something like, “It was here, I can smell it.” Patton believed in reincarnation.
    I know a guy whose hobby is to sneak into abandoned buildings and photograph them. He and his friends are rather secretive about this activity because of trespassing laws, but the photos are amazing. I remember one batch from a large abandoned mental institution. A lot of the furniture and trappings had never been removed. It was eerie to say the least. You may want to join their little club Kathy.

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