The Ashes
The end. There was a savage inevitability about it, really. After the patrician Darlings packed their belongings and moved to England, Crevenagh House was never inhabited again. Nature was gradually reclaiming it when an arsonist finished the job, abruptly. One Sunday night last February the sky turned amber and crimson over Winter’s Meadow. Soon the house will be removed from the map. These last images of Crevenagh House – remnants and fragments connecting the assonance of outlines – have the glow of a love affair and the tenderness of an elegy. “After the fire is over. After the ashes cool. After the smoke has blown away … After the stillness finds you. After the winds of change. Slowly. Slowly. We turn the page of life … It comes at quite a price.” Amy Grant, 2003.
