A few years ago this Mary statue was a curbside alert through the neighborhood listserve so I walked up to Winterton St. to save her from the trash.
She was peeling paint and looking a bit worn. Somehow it didn’t seem right to have her picked up by the garbage truck. So I put her in my side “garden” and called her Our Lady of the Weeds (due to my lack of gardening effort)
About the same time I hired a friend of a friend to come and do some master gardening, get rid of the weeds, plant something decent. And the skilled gardener took the Mary statue home with her and she was gone a couple of months. The gardener is an excellent puppeteer and brightened up the statue with new paint. In fact, when she was returned it took awhile to get used to her brightness and revitalization.
Then my neighbor restored the bird bath bowl my father gave me when I bought the house.
One day I came home and the Mary statue was perched in the now repaired bird bath.
It’s been a team effort to get me spiffed up around here.
This Spring I’ll take a new photo with the plantings and green surrounding her.
Mark says, “it looks like a picture some person took when they pulled over to the side of the road.” Yep! That’s it. Old Washington Ohio again. Sometimes you just aren’t sure why you photograph something but you don’t want to regret that you didn’t later, so you shoot, look at the pictures later. You respond to something you see. Shoot it. And wonder. What was someone thinking? How did this come to be here? I know there is a backstory. Aren’t outhouses usually in the back of the house? Clearly whomever placed it here wanted people to see it. And so you are…..