Saturday, February 19, 2011

Violin

Where I went to High School was strange. It was connected to the Middle School, and set back from the street. There was no real direct way in or out, by car or on foot.

After I graduated, I still drove by everyday during my commute to college. I had heard the Middle School may be closing, with a new one to be built in its place. I figured they were only rumors.

One day I drove by on my way to class, and the Middle School was there. When I returned that evening it was gone. Nothing left, only rubble. In a little under six hours.


1 comment:

  1. ok. So I love your writing. The images and the writing feed off each other. I think you definitely need to put up your writing with your photography somehow. Or use sound. I think it would be nice to hear you saying these thoughts.

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