I have driven by this old structure…probably migrant worker’s living quarters in the day…countless times in the last 18 years. It sits on a back acreage of an old farm long since torn down. Today I noticed the always present tall grass was gone and the trees nearby had been pruned upwards just enough to reveal worn timbers and the sagging structure. I could see into the structure through the broken panes of glass. I parked and walked up to inspect the interior and to take a look at the old wood. When I moved around back, I was met by a hidden beauty…long neglected, never visible from the nearby road. Amidst the rot, overgrowth, chipped paint and broken window was a scrambled pink rose competing and winning against thieving grass, vines and weeds.
“Sowing is not as difficult as reaping.” Goethe


Incredible. And, I am not sure but I think it is not a wild rose. I have brought wild rose bushes home and they are somewhat less than this glorious.
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All the more beautiful. I agree, with what little I know, that did not seem like the ‘genetically improved’ rose.
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Thank you for recording this disappearing scene. Sad yet beautiful.
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What a find! 🙂
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