porches are something of simple beauty in this world.
they are the perfect place to sip lemonade, or beer, or wine, or water.
they are a place to chat and catch up with passersby, friend, and mailman.
i hope to one day have a wrap around porch that is near one of the five oceans. i want to fill it w/ chatter and lights and loved ones. and sometimes booze.
there is a couple on my street that never sits on the porch at the same time. It's either alone, or alone w/ their first newborn baby. or friends. But I've yet to see them sit there together and it makes me feel sad.
there are three middle-aged women that sit on a porch on my walk home from the grocery store every Friday, sometimes Thursday if they are having a rough week. They laugh very loudly and have smiles on their faces and stay til dusk or dinner time, whichever comes first.
There is a hippie girl who plays her guitar on her porch every Sunday morning. She is pretty good, but she never sings along, so I can't speak for her voice.
We just got a hammock at my house. It's not a porch but it is just as, if not more comfy. Last Sunday i lay on it under the sunny afternoon sky and waved at neighbors and listened to music. And i looked up into the leaves of the tree it hangs between and i thought about things, but not too hard, because i wanted to continue enjoying myself.
So to conclude here is a montage of porches:
they are the perfect place to sip lemonade, or beer, or wine, or water.
they are a place to chat and catch up with passersby, friend, and mailman.
i hope to one day have a wrap around porch that is near one of the five oceans. i want to fill it w/ chatter and lights and loved ones. and sometimes booze.
there is a couple on my street that never sits on the porch at the same time. It's either alone, or alone w/ their first newborn baby. or friends. But I've yet to see them sit there together and it makes me feel sad.
there are three middle-aged women that sit on a porch on my walk home from the grocery store every Friday, sometimes Thursday if they are having a rough week. They laugh very loudly and have smiles on their faces and stay til dusk or dinner time, whichever comes first.
There is a hippie girl who plays her guitar on her porch every Sunday morning. She is pretty good, but she never sings along, so I can't speak for her voice.
We just got a hammock at my house. It's not a porch but it is just as, if not more comfy. Last Sunday i lay on it under the sunny afternoon sky and waved at neighbors and listened to music. And i looked up into the leaves of the tree it hangs between and i thought about things, but not too hard, because i wanted to continue enjoying myself.
So to conclude here is a montage of porches:
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Bali porch |
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| Key West porch |
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| Key West porch |
Key West porch
Antebellum porch
Antebellum porch
Lexington, Missouri porch
My dream porch
Mackinac Island porches
Savannah porch
Savannah porch
Savannah porch
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