down the street is one of my favorite houses in the neighborhood. it's a fairly large old white house, with a huge porch and three little barns or sheds next to it. a creek marks the end of the large descending yard and old trees flank the walkway up to the house.

in the last few months, the owners - even though i never see anybody there - started to renovate it and by the week it turns prettier.

the other day i saw, for the first time, a car parked there. this beautiful old Jeep. i walked up to it and inspected it like i was going to buy it! In the back of the Jeep there are still folding benches, which one can put down for additional seating space. I wonder where this car has been? I want to believe that this car had its wild days in Kenya or Senegal, in Namibia or Tanzania and is now retiring here, on these old dirt roads in the countryside. it is a very strange sight, the old farm house, freshly painted and brought back to it's glory, the little sheds, still undergoing some paint work and then this car - a beauty - almost from another world. I want to drive off in this car and listen to it's story more than i want to listen to the house.