Tuesday, June 11, 2013

"X" marks the spot

I return once again for part three of The House in PEI (see my previous entries under "Homage to Eggleston" and "Black Dog" for the previous posts).

Many people knew him only as David "X", an enigmatic character who felt that perhaps the less known about him, including his surname, the better. Now that he is gone it seems much of what was unknown about him will remain so. His house in PEI was the last outpost of his physical existence and what remained there were lockboxes and keys that did not necessary go with one another.
Prince Edward Island (formerly called Île Saint Jean by the French and before that Abegweit or Epekwitk , "land cradled in the waves", by the Mi'kmaq) is a beautiful and remote island province in the Maritimes of eastern Canada. The Confederation Bridge that spans the Northumberland Strait to the island is not the longest bridge in the world at just over 8 miles in length (though it is the longest over ice!), but it does emphasis the remote quality of the province and seems endless in its crossing. The house's location speaks well to David's life and personality, a man of many friends, but perhaps even more secrets.
Inside was cold and damp in spite of the day and even open windows would not let the warmth of the early summer sun intervene. So i investigated the grounds a bit to shake off the wet chill.

©David Sorcher 2012

But for his brightly painted red hat, the boy in the high grass might have been overlooked in the overgrown backyard that bordered on the surrounding farmland. He peers inquisitively into the shadows, searching for butterflies and beetles and other such childhood treasures. I find an innocence in his curious stare, a beauty in his classic form, a sadness in his weathered abandonment. I also find delight in the understanding that as he timelessly searches out his treasures in the weeds he has in fact become my own captured treasure. 

©David Sorcher 2012

The farmland just behind the house stretches to the horizon. It seems to hold the history of many cultures. The famous PEI red soil creates striking contrasts with its iron-oxide rich content...or perhaps it is the blood of the Acadians that leaves this crimson hue? 

©David Sorcher 2012

The house re-introduces itself to me from another entrance. At once enticing and foreboding, it draws me into it's mildewed secrets and begs my attendance again. Curiosity is my master and whispers wantingly from within. 


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