This is the house on the corner of MacDougall Street and Bingham Avenue, about six blocks from my house on Long Island. I would be happy to live across the street from this house just so I could look out my livingroom window and see this Wonder Wall every day. As it is I have to walk five minutes to get here, in all kinds of weather, so I can check up and see what effect the time of day and the atmospheric conditions are having on this, my favorite blank canvas on the Isle of Long. (I have a collection of photographs of this exact scene in every season, in rain and shine, in the morning and in the afternoon.) Everything about this view thrills me: its symmetry, its pitch-perfect hue of yellow (somewhere between the yellow of a No. 2 Eberhard-Faber pencil and Dijon mustard), the way it presents itself without ap0ology or irony,leaving itself so open to interpretation. This (above) is The Wonder Wall after the Great Blizzard of ’09, about three days ago.
You know what also makes me happy? Knowing that I have the BEST readers out there: it makes me happy to read all your Comments, even if you didget those white go-go boots that shudda been MINE ALL MINE and you have moose walking up to your front porch (how do you think that makes my poor cats feel, huh? Knowing they are not moose?) and have entertained at the USO and had a childhood in Africa and you have the Rocky Mountains in your backyard and you live in England (remind me again: Why am I writing about me when I’m clearly about the least interesting person reading this blog??) and otherwise show how very wonderful it is that the internets have brought us all together these past months. It’s been a GREAT 2009 (for me) because of youse.
Thank You, everyone who Comments. And Thank You everyone who reads and don’t remind me that I am the least interesting person etc.
I am always trying to make my blog better and for 2010 I have a few ideas that I’ll be throwing up for discussion. But that’s for future posts (suggestions are welcomed)– for today I am leaving you with this picture of the front of my house the morning after the Great Blizzard of ’09 because it makes me happy that Top Cat painted the whole shebang this Summer to make one of my life’s dearest wishes come true: I now live in my own yellow house.
With coral-tone shutters and lime green doors (the house has two front doors: this is the old one , which came with the original front porch 100 years ago) because I’ve also always wanted to live in a house that has New Orleans colors.
P.S. I live on a street with a lot of 100-year old houses. Those lime-green doors didn’t go over all that well with the neighbors.
Sazeracs for everyone!