I used to see this place a lot. I was always headed some place else so I didn’t stop to make a picture. Then one day, I did. Then I stopped again. Twice in about a month.
I drove by about a week later and it was gone.
There was a dirt patch where it had been standing. That’s okay. Normally I mourn the passing of these old derelicts. Not this time. I saw this place fall apart over the course of about five years. It was in bad shape when I first saw it. Then it burned. That’s what the hole in the roof is about. There were rumors that the owner tried to torch it in order to collect the insurance. But, apparently the fire department did two things to foil his plan. They arrived early during the fire and were able to extinguish it, which allowed them to investigate it properly. I guess that’ll happen when you try to burn something that’s on a main street with a lot of traffic. I read of all of this in the newspaper. I may work on the streets a lot, but I’m not that connected.
The picture. Plenty of tinkering in post production. The original picture is sort of pretty. It would have conflicted with my intent way too much. So. I tinkered with it. Doctored it. Messed with it. And… this picture made its appearance.
They say you have to play a song about 500 times until it teaches you how to play it. Yeah. That. With photographs too.