I placed, photographed and documented #73 at the dead end of street. It happened to be at a lonely wooden barn almost fallen to ruins. There’s nothing unusual about a barn, completely falling apart, in a rural area. It’s just that this one is located in an established community of homes that are well taken care of. It was as if most of the people living around here just established their homes around the small barn which eventually became useless.
It sort of reminded me of some of the lifestyles of my home bound patients. Lifestyle’s around them evolve and revolve while theirs is pretty much at a standstill. Reliving all their memories with the sound of the ever present TV in the background - one of the few constants of their lives. The drama in their days consists of a storyline on "who done it" show. As meals-on -wheels arrives, they watch cooks conjuring up and tempting them new dishes that they will only be able to dream about during their afternoon nap. These dishes will always be full of taste and exotic ingredients that will be fuel for their imaginations unlike the unseasoned meat, potatoes and vegetable just brought into their home by a smiling and caring volunteer. However, the warmth of the volunteer, unlike the TV, will be the food for their soul.
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