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The loudest silence
This place left me feeling unsettled.
Maybe it was the way the trees were closing in on that old church. Or maybe it was the way I felt them closing in on me.
It might have been the plywood where the stained glass had been, like a blind eye somehow watching me.
Or it might have been truly a sinister place.
in a town too small to have a name
west of Danbury, Nebraska
photographed 8.31.2014
At least there’s a place to sit
This place was a treasure of randomness. That tree growing in what used to be (before the roof fell apart) indoors. The upended sofa. The tires. The phone on the wall (which maybe has to direct connection with the phone booth, which is just across the street?). And that chair, providing both a place to sit and a measure of security with its placement in front of the door.
And, the best part? There’s even more that I couldn’t get into the shot! Perhaps a subsequent post will take care of that. You just never know…
Danbury, Nebraska
photographed 8.31.2014
The last phone booth
I thought I’d found the last phone booth! But it turned out to be (at best) the next-to-the-last phone booth, because there was one just like this in the very next town.
Both phones had dial tones (if you are old enough to even know what that means), but I don’t know where the quarters went.
Danbury, Nebraska
photographed 8.31.2014
(Also, because I feel the need to be honest here on the blog, I did hang the receiver up the right way after I checked for a dial tone. It seemed like the right thing to do.)



