Hope – A Photo

This building was tumbled down and covered with wooden boards carrying these hopeful little homilies.  I walked past it every day on my way into Speightstown when I was in Barbados last year.

I don’t know any more about it, but it raised lots of questions.  Why take the trouble to pain the door when everything else on the building is rotting and mouldy?  Why affix the wooden boards?  Who had the key to the padlock?  What was going in inside to need a new electricity meter?

Is it a metaphor in wood and plaster?  Someone had some hope, at one time or another.

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