Sepia Saturday - Wyeth Not?

I love this picture of the cat waiting outside the kitchen door. It's from a time when cats were utilitarian, so I think it's all about wishful thinking. She can look inside all she wants. but she'll not be invited.

I hear - and see - through the screen the woman of the house kneading bread for dinner. Rolling out dough for pies. Some of her hair has escaped from the bobby-pins and tortoise shell combs hastily applied hours ago when her day started. She's wiping a bit of pastry from her busy hands onto her apron. It's an off white apron that she made from flour sacks just like her dish towels. There's a little spot on her chin but that will have to wait. She rarely has time to look at herself. Just for that moment in the morning when she brushes her hair.

It reminds me of a Wyeth painting. There's a sense of lot going on and a lot to see by the quiet observer.

This is an Andrew Wyeth painting

There's a lot going on - a soft fresh breeze - the first of spring, a warm sun, and billowy curtains that brush your skin as you approach to see what's going on down at the far side of that tractor path.



My picture is not a Wyeth

Mine was taken from this picture.


The half with the cat looks just like a water color. The other half just looks a photo. There's really no one in the house at all. Everyone is outside posing for a last minute picture before Mary and Mark leave to go back to the city. How'd they get all the way to Coldwater anyway? They're 140 miles from home. It's war time. Did they save months and months of gasoline ration cards. Is the railway station nearby? I'm not sure, but I know they got home alright because they were there just a few years later when I was born. And they never mentioned having any problems getting home from Coldwater.

More on Coldwater - and how they got there can be found HERE

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