who can think of one...

A Few from the weekend...

Another sign - of sorts - this one tells a story of a place as the locals remember it.

Don't You Hear The Whistle Blowing

 Out of Gas

Yesterday, Kay pondered what theold depot I posted would look like in black and white. So, I made a couple of non-color attempts.

 B&W
 Sepia

And one new shot from a small town.  These really hit me because someone somewhere once called this place home, not his building per se, but the place it inhabited in the past.  And now only brick and memories remain.

You Can't Go Home

Sunday found me wandering the byways of West Georgia towards Augusta.  Checking out the small towns (many dying) along the way.  I haven't had time to look through everything, but this is my favorite.

Jesus Saves

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