Golden Hour

There’s a reason we are drawn to old dilapidated homesteads. It’s our connection to the past. Through those windows that hold no glass we wonder what occurred?  Who lived there, how big was the family, did it have wallpaper, what sort of meals were cooked, did they worry, were they happy, did they mourn, how many dogs did they have, was the rooster mean? Tell me, do you know?  8 x 8, rendered an oil paint, gold floater frame, and wire hanger on the back.