(The Unfinished)

The man walking behind the track-hoe met me in an ally. I was terrified, a little kid with their semi-pro camera and nothing else meeting a full grown man with no one around. But he just asked if I was a photographer and I said yes, then asked if he wanted his picture taken. And he replied that he could not get it, meaning he was just drifting through. It stirred joy within me to find a homeless type person that meant no ill-intent. A pleasant meeting.



I had planned a photo shoot in the after noon to get some really nice details of the house; but I stopped by in the morning to check things out. This photo was taken from outside looking through what used to be a window. When I came back with my that afternoon the house was gone.


Progress is not so progressive.

Every day on my way home from Jr/Sr High School this house I would pass and merely marvel at the building complexities, how the little children on the bus would steal the leaves from the trees that proudly stood beside it and what the story was. It comes to be that my father knew the story.

The lady that lived here was offered one quarter of a million dollars so her house could be excavated and turned into a parking lot for a car company, she refused the offer sternly and continued to live on the busiest street corner.

But as every great story of standing up for one's self it must come to a tragic end eventually. This lady has either died or gone into assisted living and her house was demolished.

She was the sort of sweet old lady who would never let her windows not be curtained and kept everything spic and span, it seem a shame to push people into what they would least like to do.