Some shots from
Shelbyville, pretty much the last disposable camera I'll have used. My cousin Danny drove Ashley and me around town. (I'd seen much of it before, many times over.) The first shot has the two of them in Danny's 1964 Dodge Dart, and I think it looks like the moments preceding a bad event, like a murder during a rendezvous. Then there's the train, and the tracks themselves. See that blue water tower in the shot of the tracks? You can see it from the opposite direction from my Auntie Dorothy's backyard. I contemplated that tower after her second husband, Melvin
Melone, died in 1991. Back then, there was nothing around it. Now, it is hard not to be distracted by the
Wal-Mart and the
KFC down near the highway. When it was a solitary place, almost two decades ago, I wrote "I Said Nothing Until the Horse Flew Away." The last photo, since I have a bridge theme going, runs behind the old jail house. Supposedly, back in the day, criminals of a certain persuasion were hung from the tracks.
2 comments:
Criminals or just certain persuasion? Small towns being what they are, I'd guess the latter.
I like looking at small towns. I don't much care for the folk who inhabit them, but I do enjoy passing through, or even spending a few days. It's sad to see one eaten up with KFCs and Wal-Marts and sech-like.
Me, I prefer wilderness areas. If you go slap into the middle of them, you can almost pretend that Mankind isn't killing everything.
Great pics. I hate it when they clutter up areas with character with KFCs etc.
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