This morning, I ventured a dirt driveway through the forest into an opening that had been recently logged for the purpose of building a small dwelling for a weekend retreat. Until recently, the small dwelling located on the property was an old cabin covered with inches of green and brown moss on the roof; the windows were coated with gray film; a fallen tree rested on the dented roof and it could barely be seen from the road since it was tucked in under the heavy evergreens. It was eerie and intriguing but I had never felt comfortable checking it out.
Further into the property is a vintage trailer, probably from the 60’s, standing on small building jacks; the tires are removed; the native shrubs are growing around the trailer trying to hide it from the road. The needles from the fir trees have fallen over the years onto the roof making a blanket of four inches thick. The sides of the trailer are covered with growing patina year after year. Some of the run off rain has picket up the corrosion from the metal and other debris staining the white metal as it slides down the sides.
I brought my sketchbook with me intending to draw something interesting to add to my journal along my short walk this a.m. This trailer filled that purpose.