THE DAY OF THE ESTATE AND REAL ESTATE SALE

THEIR IS NO THOUGHT AND CAREFUL PLANNING BEHIND THIS ILLUSTRATION. IT IS SIMPLY AN IMAGE AND NOTHING MORE.
THERE'S A CHAIR OR TWO, A COUPLE OF WINDOW FRAMES THAT WOULD LOOK GOOD ON ANOTHER WINDOW IN SOME OTHER SCENE. SIGNS ABOUT A SALE, AN ESTATE SALE. THERE ARE OLD FLOWER POTS, SOME BRAND NEW WHILE OTHERS HAVE TRACES OF OLD SOIL AND DIRT FROM GARDENS OF THE PAST. AND AMONG THE ITEMS SCHEDULED TO BE SOLD, A FEW BARS OF GOLD, OLD MEMORIES OF ANOTHER TIME BUT NOT ANOTHER PLACE. THE PLACE WHERE IT ALL HAPPENED, NO LONGER NEEDED, IT HAS GROWN TOO OLD. IT WILL BE SOLD. AND SO IT WAS AND SO IT GOES, TIME AND AGAIN, DAY AFTER DAY, UNCLES AND AUNTS PERSONAL ITEMS, NO LONGER NEEDED, NOT OUTGROWN, JUST NO LONGER NEEDED. THE AUNT USUALLY GOES LAST.

THE DOOR THAT WOULD NOT BE UNLOCKED UNTIL...

IT WAS THE DOOR THAT WAS
LOCKED FROM THE DAY
THE DOOR WAS CLOSED. HOW MANY MEN WOULD WALK ALONG THE ROAD TO FIND THE DOOR LOCKED, HOW MANY MEN WOULD DARE TO LINGER IN THE DAYLIGHT TO PRETEND A KEY WAS IN THEIR CHARGE? HOW MANY MEN WOULD DARE TO RETURN IN THE NIGHT TO GIVE THE DOOR A SECOND CHANCE TO OPEN EASY WITHOUT A SCENE OF UNEASY PRETENSE? WHAT TREASURES WOULD THEY FIND INSIDE THE ROOMS BEHIND THE DOOR THEY DARE NOT OPEN IN THE LIGHT? THERE IS NO NEED TO ASK THE MEN; THEY ARE NOT ALIVE NOW AND LIVED ONLY LONG ENOUGH TO ENTER IN THE NIGHT. THEY NEVER HEARD, THE STORY GOES, THE DOOR LOCK ONCE THEY WERE INSIDE. SO THE STORY GOES. I DO NOT KNOW. LIKE OTHERS WHO STILL WONDER, I WON'T EVEN PEER INSIDE THE DUSTY WINDOW PANES TO SEE WHATEVER REMAINS. BY ROBERT L. HUFFSTUTTER

IMAGES THAT ATTRACT EYE APPEAL

THERE ARE IMAGES THAT REVILE, IMAGES THAT INSPIRE, IMAGES THAT ENDURE AND IMAGES THAT SEPERATE THE BODY FROM THE SOUL. IMAGES CREATED BY LINES DIVIDE THE MIND INTO BALANCED QUARTERS, FORE, HIND AND SIDES. LINES LIKE THOSE OF KLEE, CHAGALL AND BUFFY ARE SO LINEAR.