There is a pervasive state of decay to this city. The relentless heat and moisture tear everything from structures to streets slowly apart. There is a charm in that though. Life goes on, sometimes ending, but always rising in another form.
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Marshall Square Park
We had been at the hospice with Dave's mother all that week. I stopped to take this as we...
The Little Things
The idea of Memorial Day weekend wasn't even on my mind when we decided to travel a month...
Lies, Lies, LIES!
"Santa, Santa, Santa... It's always Santa!" -- Jan Brady, sort of. I remember...
Parking Garage Rooftop
My brother-in-law parked the car on one of the upper levels of the garage in downtown West...