Showing posts with label decrepit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label decrepit. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Week пятнадцать - Decrepit [Parker]

I had ideas of a couple of old ruined buildings but they both turned out to be not quite what I was searching for. They were all right but I knew there had to be something better.




That is when I thought of an old maple sugaring shack in some woods close to our house. That thing screams decrepit. Or rather, it whispers it in the voice of your great great great grandfather who is close to death and can only be heard if you are close enough. He is the kind of man people are scared to be around (seriously, a couple of guys refused to go into it because it was night time). You sort of expect his old, decrepit body to simply whither away over night, but old people are stubborn. The old shack continues to stand strong.






Week 15 - Decrepit [Rebekah]


Decrepit is a funny word. Until about four days ago, when Jeannette picked it for the word of the week, I thought it was spelled quite differently. I'm not sure if people pronounce it oddly or something, but I always thought it ended with a "d". At least it wasn't one of those words that you say in front of your friends, and by their laughing you realize you have pronounced it wrongly ever since your childhood!

The word "decrepit" immediately makes me think of cracking paint, of little shaken farmhouses standing alone on the prairie. I've always loved old things; I love watching house remodeling shows where they take an old colonial house and, well, remodel it. But I love when they keep the parts of the home that tell its history- the brick fireplaces, the cobblestone drive, but especially the wide wooden floors with knots and scratches and bumps. They are awesome. I love things with character. Give me an old farmhouse with all its imperfections over a sterile cookie-cutter house anyday.

So here is my take on decrepit. I wish I could have gone to an old schoolhouse or something like that, but I made do with my barn. I'm not terribly pleased with this post (I feel like it's too dark and there's too much wood), but it works.
























Week 15 - Decrepit [Aaron]





To add a little mystery to my post, I am not going to tell you what these pictures are of...
...at least not right now.
However, I will say that they are of the same thing, 
they were taken relatively close to each other, 
and at the same time of day. 

Please comment your guess!

Friday, April 12, 2013

Week 15 - Decrepit [Jeannette]


Trembling, a wrinkly old hand grasps the knobby top of a wooden cane, supporting a hunched, wavering little body.

A wooden door swings freely on its squeaky hinges, adding to the light the holey walls allow into the dusty shack.

These are two of the visions that come to mind when one hears the word decrepit. We discussed doing old for the word this week. "Old and decrepit," Parker said. Finding decrepit a more interesting word, we went with that. Decrepit is another word people don't use often enough.

Parker willingly supplied his hands for the word. His strange hand thing fit well with the word.