Beauty and the Building

“Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life” ~ Aphra Behn, Novelist, and poet, 1640 -1689

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This old building used to be a school. After that, it became a church. Living here for only 3 years, I am not sure when the building was abandoned. I have always admired it, and think it sad that such a once beautiful building is now neglected.

I was heading to an assignment two weeks ago, and saw a woman photographing this young woman in her bridal dress. Though my time was limited, I slammed on my breaks hoping I could intrude and take a few photos. It turns out the photographer was the mother-in-law of the bride.

The area around the building was grown up and uneven, and that is where I sprained my ankle, tuning it when I stepped in a hole. I had worn sandals that day with a small heel, something I never I do when I have to go on an assignment where I have to move quickly, or when I am out shooting, never knowing where I will end up. But on this day, I only had one assignment (it came in on my off day) that required one shot and I knew I was going to be standing on pavement.

When I arrived at my destination, my ankle hurt so bad I had to do the assignment with my shoes off, and I kept going and going, shooting all week, and that did not help. My ankle is still bruised and I have to watch how I walk, but it is getting better.

Now who cares about my silly old ankle? Not a story I would put with such lovely shoot. I just wanted to express that it was worth hurting my ankle, and I would do it again. That is just the photographer in me. The one thing I regret is that I only had about 20 minutes to do the shoot, so there was not much time to be creative.



















When I get older losing my hair many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine,
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out til quarter to three would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?

Oh, you'll be older too - Ah
And if you say the word, I could stay with you

I could be handy mending a fuse when your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside,
Sunday mornings, go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?

Every summer we could rent a cottage in the Isle of White,
If it's not too dear
We shall skrimp and save, grandchildren at your knees,
Vera, Chuck, and Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say,
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me an answer, fill in a form, mine forevermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?

When I'm Sixty-Four ~ The Beatles

BTW, this building is not in Crisfield. It is in Marion Station, just a few minutes up the road.