Have you followed my blog long? If not, then you don't know how tied to this great Bluegrass State of Kentucky I am. If you've been here a while, then you already know what I'm going to say. I spent a few hours in Bardstown yesterday checking out their holiday decor. Grabbed a quick BLT at Mammy's Kitchen, my favorite place to grab a bite. And then proceeded to stop by My Old Kentucky Home before heading back home.
My love for this state and this particular area of this state is etched in my mind. My father grew up in Springfield which is a hop, skip and a jump from Bardstown. Needless to say, I've spent many a day driving through Bardstown on my way to Springfield or Loretto or wherever we were going that particular day. We always passed through Bardstown to get there and we always had to pass by My Old Kentucky Home. Yesterday as I walked toward the house, the wind was blowing what Fall leaves were still left on the trees down leaving a beautiful carpet of yellows and browns and oranges.
Before I leave you today, I have to share one more thought as I show you the beautiful house itself. Every now and then an interesting thing occurs to every photographer. You take photos. You drop them in your archives to review. And then you see something you didn't see when you took the photo. This photo was one of those photos. Can you see her? There at the door of My Old Kentucky Home stood a lady in period dress peering out into the yard at the door. I never even saw her when I snapped the image as I was busy making certain I got the entire house in the frame. When I caught sight of her last night as I reviewed the 'day's catch' my heart skipped a little beat. Do you suppose Stephen Foster himself stood peering out that same door many, many, many decades ago. My thought is a decidedly, yes. Have a fantastic Sunday all. ENJOY!
My love for this state and this particular area of this state is etched in my mind. My father grew up in Springfield which is a hop, skip and a jump from Bardstown. Needless to say, I've spent many a day driving through Bardstown on my way to Springfield or Loretto or wherever we were going that particular day. We always passed through Bardstown to get there and we always had to pass by My Old Kentucky Home. Yesterday as I walked toward the house, the wind was blowing what Fall leaves were still left on the trees down leaving a beautiful carpet of yellows and browns and oranges.
Before I leave you today, I have to share one more thought as I show you the beautiful house itself. Every now and then an interesting thing occurs to every photographer. You take photos. You drop them in your archives to review. And then you see something you didn't see when you took the photo. This photo was one of those photos. Can you see her? There at the door of My Old Kentucky Home stood a lady in period dress peering out into the yard at the door. I never even saw her when I snapped the image as I was busy making certain I got the entire house in the frame. When I caught sight of her last night as I reviewed the 'day's catch' my heart skipped a little beat. Do you suppose Stephen Foster himself stood peering out that same door many, many, many decades ago. My thought is a decidedly, yes. Have a fantastic Sunday all. ENJOY!
What fun! The woman really makes the shot.
ReplyDeleteI just love it when I find something unexpected in a photograph. What beautiful windows in this house, too!
ReplyDeleteThat's so funny, as the lady was the first thing I saw. What a beautiful old home, lovely sash windows, and huge chimneys, I can see the lady sweeping the floor, then coming out to shake the floor rug before going upstairs. What wonderful stories it could tell us. Greetings from Jean .p.s. I looked it up on Google, what a history . and super photo.
ReplyDeleteI think we saw this house when we were in Kentucky many many years ago. It's a beautiful house. And yes, I did notice the woman in the doorway. :) Have a great week!
ReplyDeleteI had to click to enlarge your photo, but then yes, I did see her, that was perfect!
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