I love my hometown; though it was never as small, it’s Mayberry to me.
A few weeks ago I went back to celebrate my niece’s first birthday. Since my parents aren’t living, it’s not a trip I make often enough.
Walking though Five Points, I relish the places that remain untouched by time. A critical eyebrow raises at anything new and shiny.
The laundromat’s open door was a magnet, and immediately I was drawn to these lines. Aren’t they gorgeous??
I wasn’t seeing this in color…I was seeing it in black and white.
My sister is used to my photography insanity by now; she didn’t blink an eye when I was compelled to shoot washers and dryers. Maybe because as a mother who’s washed a squillion loads, she wants to SHOOT washers and dryers!
Memory fails me; I can’t remember if this place was here when I was a little girl traipsing up and down Lumpkin Street.
But that doesn’t matter. It felt like home.
I’m headed to your hometown this week to see some friends from college…my daughter lives there now, too…unless there is more than one town with a Five Points and Lumpkin St. 🙂
There’s something fresh about the pictures. I don’t even like laundry mats. As long as being there felt like home, the age of the place doesn’t matter, does it?
I imagine you had a fantastic celebration with your niece. Hope so!