Small towns are disappearing, sometimes right in front of our eyes.
With them goes such history. That is why one of my favorite things to do is to get up with the sun and drive with no destination to snap whatever catches my fancy. Rust, stairs, doorways, old signs… some of my favorite things.
A door way peeking up.
A doorway standing strong through the decades.
A doorway I don’t want to be taken through. And yes, this is the entrance to the police department, no wise cracks about how is Andy doing… if you didn’t get that I am getting to old.
Signs from the past still hanging on, I am always happy to catch these before they give up .