Yesterday morning, I was being resourceful in front of this building, which once-upon-a-time was the hospital in Hollister. It was in fact the place where I was born, one of many babies that came into the world between 1907 and 1962. Today, the building is home to various offices and shops. Probably a few ghosts, too.
Anyway, back to yesterday. I was lying on the bottom steps trying to take a good picture of the huge trees that line the sidewalk in front of the old hospital. I was doing as someone said to me about getting one or all five trees in a picture, "Be creative."
Imagine what the drivers passing by must've thought. Or, the Mama, if she had seen me.
What a beautiful place to be born!ReplyDelete
You certainly created a great picture . . I hope YOU felt it was worth it - because i sure think those trees are brilliant.
Totally worth lying on the steps. It actually made me feel quite young again. I just noticed that this tree has a missing limb. It must've been the one that somehow lost its branch. The poor car that sat beneath it.Delete
This building looks like a movie set and I bet it is haunted. I think it is a nifty place to have been born in. Love the trees also-just makes me think of summer.ReplyDelete
It does look like a movie set! It was a nursing home for a while. We Red Cross Club members, during my jr year in high school, sang Christmas carols for the residents.Delete
What a great old building. Look at all those steps. Did the pregnant Mama have to climb those while in labor or is there a back door on the level?ReplyDelete
There must've been something level in the back. I cannot imagine pregnant women going up those steps, especially the Mama. I was a very big baby for her to carry full term. The last time I wandered inside the building, I saw one flight of steps from a back door.Delete
What a neat building! Love the photos :)ReplyDelete
A true artist! :) Lovely picture.ReplyDelete
Thanks. I think of other people as being artists. Myself, simply nuts.Delete
You take such beautiful pictures!ReplyDelete