Highway to Hell

 I was looking for a distillery but got lost. They say the road to hell is paved with good intention...

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.

Last Night When We Were Young

All gone now. Swept under the rug. Without this photo there will be no proof of existence.

It Shouldn't Happen To A Dream

This was probably once someone's dream house. Many dreams crash in on themselves. You pick up and move on.

The Crooked Man

A morose fellah may see this is as a metaphor for the twilight years. He should shake that feeling and embrace the things that still bring joy.

Steelin'

The second of the Steel Mill series. No cameras allowed, my ass.

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.

An Unihibited Love Affair

 

With a staring penetration

hoping not to offend

Kahil El' Zabar

Our Love Is Here To Stay

The Royal Inn....rural PA. Not necessarily open for business.