It’s Thursday! It’s time to share some doors! What did I capture this week? Let’s find out.
Sitting in traffic, waiting through about five red light cycles to get through this particular intersection on the way home, I glance to my left and there’s this house. Bleak. Stark. Weathered. Old school: the horse-drawn wagon on the storm door; and the antenna. I wondered if they only get three channels still, and if their TV programming day actually ends, like it used to, in the middle of the night, with the playing of the national anthem before the screen showed only staticky fuzz.
I bet traffic wasn’t as heavy back in the antenna days in these parts. I don’t want to go back to just three channels and wire roof antenna time, but I do want to go where there are less people circa now. Even if I have to sit through five red lights to get to my current destination, at least when I head to the new one, in a way less populated area, I won’t have to drag out my horse and carriage to get me there.