Not many words in this blog but, now and then, a few of my photographs--
I missed these previously. Somehow. Yes I always get sad when I see evidence that someone's dream didn't come true...especially in the rural South or West when I come across an old homestead. I wonder about the people, especially the children that grew up there. Wonder what became of them. Wonder what they hoped would happen and whether it did. Or not.
Somehow almost everyone seemed to miss these. I like to think the dreams not only came true but are still alive and that this is just the overflow.