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.