lost

I photographed for the first time since Christmas Day today.

Since the last time I photographed I ”lost” utopia. By “lost” I mean “We sold to petty small people who are not worthy of the land. It hurt like a son of a bitch but we were desperate.”

I will just tell you two things about the unworthy buyers. First: they wanted more than the furniture so I asked for an inclusion list. They put things on the list like my bathroom trash cans and baking sheets and colanders from the kitchen but did not put the antique framed map of the lake, two hand colored antique photographs of the lake or the black and white aerial view of the property from the 1940’s. Unworthy. I hate them because they fell in love with the house and not the property  

The other thing you should know is that the day I went up there to commence packing the realtor called and literally begged me to let the buyers come through the house with their family. I said NO because I was knee deep in packing and had already created a disaster zone and the kids and husband were on their way for a last dinner and neighbors were all stopping by. The realtor called and begged a second time a couple of hours later. Then the lawyer called and apologized for screaming at the buyer’s lawyer when the buyer threatened to not make the second deposit unless I let them in the house. Idiots. I can’t believe awful idiots are on my blessed land. I wish them disaster after disaster and hope they regret buying the house every minute of every day. I hope the house hates these people as much as I do. I hope the ghosts in the house torment those people. 

Anyway. It snowed a bit last night. I took the camera out anyways and realized there is something for me on the nothingness of the snow. It’s a good thing to realize.