They're here...

We don't stand a chance....

Ya blinked, ya missed it.

Chapel Hill's oldest bar. 

Oops...

So the red is positive and the black is negative? Are you sure it has always been that way? Because no way would my mechanic ever screw up.

Tanks..not by Arthur Dove

Rain is coming in, another beautiful day in suburbia.

vacation

 

Gonna take some time off and regroup.

Where Was You At?

35 years ago this weekend, Three Mile Island had a  "small steam leak". Why does it look as though parts of downtown Harrisburg never recovered?

You Captivate Me

This place scares the hell outta me, even in the broad daylight.

Duplexity

*shrugs shoulders*

Yesterdays

Unfortunate events sent me back to my old stomping grounds. Nostalgia never had it this industrial. Along the banks of the Mighty Mississippi.

My Last Days On Earth

Just outside Schafferstown, Pa.
Sunday afternoon in the not to distant past, a road trip. Unclear of the final destination, I pull into the local mini-mart. The conversation was enlightening.
 "Do you happen to know where there is an old distillery in the area?"
 "Nope, never heard of such a thing."
"Any chance any of the locals around here might know?"
"I doubt it, but come to think of it, there is Distillery Rd. about a half mile back. You probably drove right past it."
"Thanks, Genius"

Catch a quick glimpse before it is gone.

Caravan

A contribution. A friend in the right place at the right time.

On The Way To Somewhere

Unfortunately the folk who reside in the homeless camp from where this picture was taken are going nowhere at all.

Dishevelment Blues

Between sets, I find myself wandering a troubling neighborhood.

The Long Years

 Time for another slice of american dwellings. These tend to be more rural except for this old fellow who stands as a testament amidst  newer developments. A quiet middle finger to the stifling future.

Prelude To A Nightmare

Serious industrialism rolls off into the distance.

Oh Lawd, Don't Let Them Drop That Atom Bomb On Me!!

Boxcars

Railways have always fascinated me. Train yards are cool. The fantasy of hopping the boxcar while far outdated makes me wish for a simpler time. Except for the part where I am hungry, cold and sleeping on the floor. That might suck.