the house my boyfriend and i share is very old. it's been standing here, facing the eastern hills, since george washington was president. the year it was built, construction had just begun on the white house. the french revolution entered the first of it's ten years.
it's not uncommon for a colonial privy to be located in the backyard of an antique house - the place where the "litter" of a colonial homestead was disposed of. here, a few turns of the spade overturn centuries of artifacts, nestled in the soil. shards of broken pottery, chipped porcelain, old nails, bits of rotted wood, a metal buckle...and if i'm really lucky, an unbroken bottle or two.
the bottles in this photo were unearthed from one of the flower gardens behind the house. my boyfriend found the small white doll, whose arms must have fallen off years ago, beneath the floorboards of another old home, not far from here. i took this digital photo on my windowsill, just before twilight, this past july. a photoshop watercolor filter was applied to accentuate the shadows and give the image a more painterly feel.