just before escape.
Editing new photos for photo class. Any thoughts? This is supposed to be “eternal returns.” blah.
Today.
My friend Erica and I kind of broke into this house that’s on my street. It’s a house I walk past everyday on my way to and from school. It’s empty but has kinda seemed like the inside was being restored. I’ve walked around it before and peeked in the windows and it’s just so gorgeous. Erica and I were on a hunt to take pics so, I’m trying to open all the doors on the perimeter. All locked. The town I live in is really old (slash the oldest town in America) and this house was built in like 1906 or something so you can imagine that the windows/doors/everything is faakkkin old. So this one window, I noticed, was not locked. I’m like trying to push it open and shit and I couldn’t. I end up finding a spakling (?) tool and like jimmy-ing the window open. I crawl through the window and open a door for Erica and OH MY GAWD. THIS HOUSE IS AMAZING. Basically 3 stories. A basement. 7 stairways. An elevator shaft. Aprox. 6 bedrooms and five bathrooms. Fireplaces. Wood floors. Claw-footed tubs in every bathroom. Curved wall-ceiling meetings. SO FUCKING GORG. It was so exciting and empty.
Then we go in the basement. Someone is like set up down there. Mattress on the floor. Shoes by the bed. Dark. Utter horror for us. It was so quiet and creeepy and omg. So we leave. We go to my house so I can get my camera and we come back. We’re out front when I notice the neighbors are like staring me down. So I’m like hey! Whatevs they talk to us. Saying the house is for sale. Then this dude’s wife is all like “Well if you feel comfortable trespassing blah blah I’m a cunt blah blah.” Totally being rude to us even though I was being mad polite and all like, “Yeah we’re just taking some photos around the house for our photography class.” Stupid cunt. So like Erica and I watch the couple leave and walk down the street and we’re unsure if we should risk going back in the house now that the neighbors think we’re like juvenile ass holes. Btw… I took a key from the locked back door of the house so we could get back in (AHH!).
We decide to risk it. And we’re like let’s just run in, take the pics, and get the fuckkk out before they come back. We break back in. SO NERVOUS. Checking the windows/trying to hide/trying to get my fstop and shit ready. I take the pictures of Erica that I need and we go out the back door. I’m trying to lock it when this truck pulls into the driveway… dun dun… and we like don’t even close the door all the way bc it was stuck (I still have the key) and we walk down the stairs and down the driveway like nothing was going on.
So. I’m pretty sure that man who pulled up was the owner of the house. Pretty sure that the neighbors called him to tell him he should keep an eye out for us. Pretty sure he noticed that the doorway we had scurried away from is now ajar and missing a key. GREAT.
If you read this far, good for you, I hope you feel my excitement/nervousness. The house was so fucking awesome omg. Pictures to come. I’m editing them and they I’ll put them up. Thanks for listening.
Ok. I hate web design. p e r i o d. So this is what I’m working on for web 1.. . redesign of Frey Vineyards website. Made the logo in illustration class and now I’ve used that to create this whole bullshitcrapfuckshit. Check out freywine. Website super sucks not gunna lie. But I feel kinda bad bc it’s legit family owned and operated…so the maker of the website/photographer of the photos/everything is done by a fam member. Oh well. This is hopefully maybe possibly going somewhere positive.
and ps. the shtufff goin on up there on the nav is to show what the subnavigation will look like on the other pages.. so from the nav it looks like you’re on the “our wine” page when you’re really looking at the content for home.
My typography panel project is FINALLY COMPLETE! More pictures to come. So so so relieved/happy/magnificent/splendiphorous. yes. splendiphorous.
