Gone

I stepped into a cove of time at the edge of a neighborhood where down the street an old lady sang the finale of her daydreams the sky hung close and whispered wayward secrets in this place of ruins and relics prompting me to disbelieve the promises of architecture Sure, you can go inside and … Continue reading →

Where the Present and the Past Intersect

This could be any small town tucked away anywhere in the U.S….but it happens to be the small, sandy town where I grew up.  Today this small, dilapidated one room building still stands, vacant, used, forlorn….At one time it was a grocery store, ran by Ms. Queenie Pearl who sold and sometimes gave away food … Continue reading →