Part of living in a big city is at some point in time you possibly could run into some form of urban blight. Dallas has its fair share of decaying neighborhoods. But the most interesting parts are the signs pointing out where there used to be a house, you can see where a driveway used to be, pipes sticking out of the ground, a foundation, etc. The one that gets me the most are the stairs to nowhere, where a once loving home stood, where kids probably once ran home from school, or from playing outside to come in from dinner.
Wandering around the city, I happened upon a matching set of his and hers automobiles parked in a driveway:
As I headed home, not being very successful I drove by the high school that is down the street from my house where Prom fever had captured the minds of the senior students:
Later on in the week I attended a meetup Scavenger hunt (which I don’t do those very often if ever), and on the long train ride back home I noticed this strange underdeveloped area where kids had taken upon themselves to write some cryptic graffiti:
Maybe they were photographers?
Someone, somewhere is always proclaiming that….
I’ll finish with this image, which I thought was fitting for them, and for all of us: