The top photo is of an Episcopal church on the next block. In daylight it looks much less foreboding. The second photo was taken at an old Baptist church out where the roads are not paved and the silence palpable. The third photo is of the entrance to an old liquor store filled with spirits of days long past. The fourth is the door frame to an old movie theatre that stands now as a frail shell emptied of its stars flickering on the silver screen but still full of memories hiding in the chinks. The last photo was taken just across the street from my home. It is a nondescript two-story tin-sided warehouse. The beauty is here, I just just have to coax it into focus.
For me the photos and the writing are all fingers on the same hand trying to scratch the creative itch.