I'm Rae. On my blog you will find: cats, owls, tea, books, food, nature, space, delicate things, dark things, cute things, Harry Potter, and art, of course!
I am from a strange part of the United States- North Dakota. I mean this in the most sincere and good way - Grand Forks is close to the Canadian border, located on the mighty Red River, a stone’s throw from Minnesota; you can see the white smoke from the American Crystal Sugar factory; you can hear the Burlington Northern. I can feel how old something is; I can feel the mystery and the heartache and triumph; I can feel the value and the way it was handled; I can see the sorrow; I can feel the weight, if you know what I mean. Objects, like medals, or trophies, carry feeling with them- so do simple things, like coins and plates and zippo’s and cufflinks, and it’s different from the natural nostalgia of things.
I have these visions of being in a great, tall house. I am in the attic, looking out from the two big windows. It’s cold and dark, but I don’t feel bad; it doesn’t affect me. I look at a couple of people walking by, holding hands, on the sidewalk; I see a truck drive slowly on the street; I can see the post lights, one after another; there’s a play-toy, forgotten on the berm. I look at the world as if I were an old dark home.”