Some sounds from our childhood stay with us forever. So it is that the gentle creaking of the windmill in a prairie breeze is a memory long stored in the attic of my brain. I associate it with being snug and secure in my bed beneath the eaves, and the sweet smell of new mown hay wafting through my window. I wish I could bottle those sounds and smells for instant replay!
Blended images of the abandoned City Methodist Church in Gary, Indiana, once a Gothic Masterpiece, now in ruins. Many of Gary's vaunted buildings have fallen victim to the mass exodus when the steel mills closed.