Building in the Background
Some photo-taking people around here take long rambling drives into the country to find falling down buildings to take photos next to because they think it's cool. Shacks are trendy and make great photo backdrops. They're practically this generation's version of the fake plastic Christmas fireplace backdrop in all Kmart photo studios of the early 90s.
I don't consider myself a shack-hunter. This falling down building is in my yard--actually I have several falling-down buildings in my yard to choose from. But one of them is painted with reflective silver paint, so I fear it might outshine me if I were to pose with it.
These are my decrepit buildings. I think I would feel very nervous posing with other people's shacks.
But this one in particular, well, this one is the chicken coop where, nearly two decades ago, we kept Brownie and Whitey (creative names for our chickens) until a fox broke in and ate them (farm life is brutal). My little sister locked me into this chicken coop when I was 5...and the reason the only window is still broken is because I broke it with a 2x4 in an effort to escape (I was very concerned that I might be locked in the building all day and have to miss dinner). My Dad put a new roof on the building when I was growing up, and I helped paint the building once or twice, though the paint job is looking a little worse for the wear at the moment. This chicken coop probably doesn't have a long time left in this world--but it had a few adventures in its day.
I have a story. The clothes I wear have a story. Even the falling-down shack in the background has a story. And that's why I've wanted to be a writer as long as I've known about the magic of the written word.