We spent some time on Christmas afternoon walking around the site of the Christmas Day 2020 bombing in Nashville. Even after a year, there is still much work to be done to fix (or demolish, I guess) the buildings that were damaged. The murals here are on the short side of the block that was bombed – they’re painted on plywood that covers where windows used to be.
Christmas usually makes me feel sad, and this scene fed right into my emotions. In front of a mural that says “because you matter you are not alone,” a man sat alone on the cold sidewalk.
I’d been by this abandoned church before, and even stopped once. For reasons that I don’t comprehend, I decided to pull off the road the other day and have another look at it. The door was open so I had a look inside – and this diptych shows a couple of the things that caught my attention.
If you are one of those people who never stop searching for the best hamburger ever, I would like to call your attention to this little place, which unabashedly proclaims itself to be the home of the “famous hamburger.”
But I should also mention that the place appears to be out of business. So there’s that.
Changes in agriculture* have rendered this grain elevator (and many of its cousins) unnecessary. But this is at least the third time I’ve photographed this particular one, and I bet I’m not done yet. So they still do serve a purpose, although it is very limited and contributes nothing to local economies…
County Line, Texas
*I said that like I know what those changes are. But I don’t.