Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Abandonment Issues: Dogs Playing Poker House

Dogs Playing Poker House

There are no voices outside, nor coming from the kitchen. No dinner bell rings. No doorbell rings. No telephone rings. No thumping thuds of a dribbling basketball in the dirt under the hoop out back. No horses neigh. No chickens cluck. No cows moo. No footsteps accompany the sound of creaking floorboards overhead. No laughter, no family praying together, staying together.

C.M. Coolidge House

Dogs Playing Poker on the wall, a desk, hardwood floors and colourful layers of peeling paint are all that remain inside this beautiful farmhouse on Lindsay Rd. just south of Bridgenorth.

I stand alone with my eyes closed and listen to the soft subtle sounds of emptiness. The floorboards beneath my feet squeak under the weight of my stillness. A gentle breeze whistles up against the window where a bumble bee is buzzing. Robins are chirping somewhere outside. As I open my eyes, a pair of hairy woodpeckers are perched on the window sill, staring in at me. The whizzing of vehicles passing me by out front like a Pharcyde song, ironically from so very long ago.

One can't help but start to ponder.

Who lived here and what became of them? What kind of memories did they create here? How long have they been gone? What cards were they dealt and how did they play their hands? The usual questions bounce around my head as I stand before the Dogs Playing Poker with my head tilted, as if I'm adoring a piece of priceless art at the MOMA. The game is being played on a green wall reminiscent of a poker table's felt, fittingly enough.

At this time I don't have any answers to these questions. Such is life.

To the theme of C.M. Coolidge and his 9 paintings, here is the Dogs Playing Poker House...

Post Mortem
Post Mortem

Judge St. Bernard Stands Pat on Nothing
Judge St. Bernard Stands Pat on Nothing

Judge St. Bernard Wins on a Bluff
Judge St. Bernard Wins on a Bluff

Poker Sympathy
Poker Sympathy

A Friend in Need
A Friend in Need

Stranger in Camp
Stranger in Camp

Waterloo
Waterloo

A Bold Bluff
A Bold Bluff

Pinched with Four Aces
Pinched with Four Aces

His Station and Four Aces
His Station and Four Aces

Sitting up with a Sick Friend
Sitting up with a Sick Friend

Until next time my friends, keep one eye on the road, and scope with the other.

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1 comment:

George Flemming said...

The house was home to renters I think about 2007-2009 was the last time I remember seeing people there. I remember there red ford F150 and people outside allot on my way buy. But I have no idea why they moved