This is another view of the grain elevator in the small town where I grew up. I suppose at one time the metal siding was shiny and dent-free, the wood sharply hewn and assembled, the window clear and clean.
Memories, like the realities upon which they are based, tend to decay over the course of time. The interesting thing is that memories tend to decay into something better than the way things actually were. The realities just decay.
Click on picture to enlarge. Photograph © 2006 James Jordan.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
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4 comments:
Great colors. Could be an album cover. :)
I can picture a guitar player just to the right of the door ...
Love the textures!
Well spotted.
ghone, thanks for the comment, and the link to your blog!
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