October seems like a good time for black and white photographs. I love them all year round-but the crisp fall air makes these black and whites seem hauntinglybeautiful for the month of October when little Trick or Treaters will no doubt be making the neighborhood rounds. Of course, we have the very talented Jeremy Miniard to thank for them! From fine to humbleto downright rundown– I give you- Alabama Porches!
Creakin’, rundown, peelin’ paint, faded glory- bless her heart! Alabama’s still beautiful! We know her faults and love her still. No matter what state we find ourselves in- Our sweet home is Alabama, we know where our heart is and will always find a way back to the Porches of Alabama.
Love y’all, Camellia
Thank you Jeremy Miniard!! We love you, God loves you and Alabama loves you! www.jeremy-miniard.fineartamerica.com
‘Friends are like the pillars on your Front Porch…Sometimes they hold you up, Sometimes they lean on you; Sometimes, it’s just enough to know they’re standing by for you…’
Yes, welcome to the Porches of Alabama… ‘How do you do’, ‘Y’all come up and set a while’ or ‘Tell me all about it, we’ll figure out what to do’…
We’ll sip a glass of sweet iced tea, sit and watch the sunset, blink with the lightin’ bugs and hear the crickets sing. Softly sing a song or two, a stolen kiss, a sweet embrace, a gentle breeze to chase the blues away…
‘We’re glad you came’- Are you sure y’all can’t stay awhile?’ with gentle hugs, a tear or two-‘Now don’t be a stranger’ or ‘Please don’t go we’ll miss you so!’ We’ll watch until you’re out of sight-from the Front Porches in Alabama.
‘Friends are like Front Porch Pillars, Sometimes they hold you up, Sometimes they lean on you; Sometimes it’s just enough to know they’re standing by for you.’
Love y’all, Camellia
A Heartfelt Thanks to Jeremy Miniard for almost all of these wonderful ‘Front Porches of Alabama’ – what would we do without him?? We have some more of them in the vault waiting! They do belong to him, and cannot be reproduced without permission.
I’d like to claim it as my own, but the Front Porch Quote is Anonymous.
Whenever we visit historic places, I always come away with a sense of wonder and curiosity. I find myself asking- what is it that motivated the folk in those times to explore new territories, stake claims- then to stay, settle and build. Build, not just humble homes, places of business, government buildings but also to build cathedrals with intricate attention to detail. The cynic in me says it was for power, wealth and influence. The optimist says these folks were natural builders of society, who could somehow see far into the future- a bright shining city on a hill. I’ve come to believe, for whatever reason- noble or not- these folks had HOPE, not a crystal ball. For a city like Santa Fe to endure for close to 400 years that hope had to be undergirded with faith- and repeated time and again. Hope is a powerful motivator, hope breeds endurance and perseverance, hope starts a new business, builds a home, a library, schools and sparks faith which maintains humble homes and great cathedrals. Enter the doors and peek in the windows of New Mexico and see if you agree…
Wherever you look, grand or humble… look close and you will see hope….
I have to include a few from the last post they were so charming…
And I particularly loved the rustic ones…
And what about this one? A cool oasis…
We were amazed among so much Adobe to find these…
How precious are those rustic wooden angels on the wreath of a tiny shop?
The hotels in Santa Fe Plaza area are historic also…the one on the right- where we stayed La Posada, is a virtual adobe village on six acres but the main building was run by a woman named Julia Staubb who opened her home to visitors- imagine! Still welcoming visitors today with guests making S’mores in the fireplace one evening!
And over on Canyon Road, where statuary is completely amazing…the studios beckon you in… Yes, I do believe that hope for a new way of life, hope for a better tomorrow, hope for making a way to fling open doors and windows, hope to breathe fresh air endowed with healing powers- surely it was hope that convinced many to explore and to settle in this place- New Mexico, the Land of Enchantment!
And with my favorite of all the doors, I’ll close…Love y’all, Camellia