When I started this blog I wondered what I should write about. Oh trust me I would love to be spurtting out wonderful information about how to create strong characters, outline a manuscript, the best way to get published or any of the informative blogs on the business of being a successful author. But you know what? There is probably at the very least a million people already blogging with that kind of talk and they most likely know more about it than me. And besides it just isn’t my forte. Instead I would rather write about more interesting subjects, like how long it takes for a black wall to fade to gray or how tall grass can grow in a year. You know? The truly interesting stuff. When you read my blog you might never be able to guess what subject I will write about next. Soooo… let’s get started with the story for today.
Remember a couple of weeks ago when I felt I really needed to go and take a picture of the little house on Main Street (pictured above) before it became history? I am so glad that I followed my feelings and went because today I rode past there and they are demolishing the little house. I’m thankful that I have the pictures to show what used to be there when they decide to build a large housing development in its place and the little house will be forgotten. I like to think that if it could talk it would have had some wonderful stories about a happy family. So I will keep looking for abandoned and forgotten houses and buildings and keep taking the photos so at least someone will remember them.
Have a blessed evening and please come back soon.
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