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...
A City's Siesta
From late May to early September the streets are deserted during the day. The...
A Spot In The Sun
I started the word processor at my desk, after sitting here for the past hour thinking...
Park Closed
Dave often doesn't notice me hold back to take a shot of something. We had...