I was in a funk earlier, so I decided to walk and take photographs of the most depressing/poignant/thought-provoking things that struck me. Here are some of the results:
In case you couldn’t tell from the angsty tone…taking these ended up being incredibly therapeutic. And I think I’ll undertake frequent photographic walks in the coming weeks. It’ll be really good because…I don’t know if I’ll be in this neighborhood for much longer, so it’s sort of like spending quality time with an elderly aunt in the nursing home who’s on her last leg. Only better.