The House as an Island - 1, 2012
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I’ve always been fascinated by
houses that tell us by their appearance that their occupants have no interest
in the landscape around them.
I don’t think it’s a sign of
moral deficiency to not have a lovingly landscaped yard. I get it that maintaining
a yard can be laborious and that the investment required to do so can rank far
down the list of many people’s priorities.
Still, I come from people who,
when they had a chance to acquire their own little suburban patches, were quick
to announce their arrival in the lower middle class with a decent stand of turf
grass and a few azaleas. If any two of my Bonney ancestors were together their conversation
would at some point include at least some talk about fertilizer and the proper
time to prune hydrangeas. I know that when the first Bonney man acquired a
riding mower he was thought to be putting on airs and only later quietly
envied.
In the big scheme of things residential
lawns and gardens are, like domestic dogs and cats, a relatively modern
concept. In historic times land and livestock had working roles. A turf grass lawn
was showy, a sign that the homeowner was well enough off to be able to afford
to plant, irrigate and maintain a stretch of lawn or floral garden for no other
purpose that to be looked at.
Growing affluence following the
great wars and programs like the VA and FHA mortgages gave more people a crack
at the suburban single-family home dream. (Only in very recent times has the assumption
that home ownership is the best path to civic and financial stability been
questioned.)
By and large, homeowners tend to
be very proud of their homes. They personalize their abodes and dot their lawns
with trees and shrubs. Most people say they’d like to live in neighborhoods
with tree-lined streets. Even the cheapest of developers have traditionally thrown
in a few foundation shrubs to soften the borders between street, lawn and
house. In many places, it’s actually required before a mortgage will be issued.
It always surprises me, though, to
come upon a residence completely surrounded by vegetation no taller than a
blade of grass. I see it more in rural rather than suburban areas. There’s a old
nondescript clapboard house along Rt. 13 on the Eastern Shore of Virginia that
I’ve longed to photograph because it looks no more acclimated to its site right
beside the busy highway than if a tornado had just now plopped it down there.
The House as an Island - 2, 2012
I’ve been thinking about doing a
photo series of the kinds of houses I’m talking about. The house shown above was noticed along the
road south of Tappahannock, Virginia. By rural standards it’s a pretty
substantial structure. These pictures don’t do justice to the way the house
sits all by itself on a slight rise above the highway. Still, you can see by
the almost total lack of attention to its physical surroundings that its
residents see this house as a purely indoor refuge, an island by itself.
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