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Weird feeling

I bought an oil painting of my house I found on Ebay. Imagine that.

Just for fun, I decided to search the name of our house. Never done that before. What are the odds?

I have a standing search on our village name, but the listing had the house name right but the location wrong (the label was torn and they guessed), so I never would have found it otherwise. I wonder how many other things I may have missed.

It’s a view from the 1960s. Small painting, not brilliant, not expensive. I’m chuffed.

The pic up there is a photo, of course (bonus chicken!). I ain’t post a clear shot of my house to the internet and all.


Comment from ExpressoBold Pureblood
Time: February 20, 2024, 9:13 pm

This is not your house and not your chook???

Comment from steve
Time: February 20, 2024, 10:58 pm

“Badger Acres”?

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: February 21, 2024, 12:10 am

Yeah, some whack job might show up and paint it….


Serious!y, that IS cool. I’d buy the painting if they did one of our house. Hell, we have a 1940’s era railroad box car on our East Texas property.
I went out and found an HO scale car of the same type, 40 foot, right door size, roof walk and two ladders.

So, a painting! We’d be all in for that!

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 21, 2024, 10:12 am

Oh, no…that is my house and my chook, but it’s too small a slice to be very identifiable. Though I suppose it is the dormers and the steep roof that makes it painting-worthy.

That’s my boy Po, long dead now.

Comment from Allen
Time: February 21, 2024, 6:23 pm

The Google shot from space of my property has that feature. When I really zoom in it shows me out working one of my horses. You can’t make out too much but I can definitely tell what is going on. That horse has gone to the big pasture in the sky.

You’re looking at yourself doing something with something that no longer exists, from space. That’s very strange to me.

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