Little Joe is creepy
The last row of family plots, at the top of a hill, had fences around them. I don’t know if they were trying to keep people/spirits in or out. But I do know that I made this photo from inside one of those grave-cages, so maybe they aren’t as effective as they were meant to be?
Yes. It WAS a corner.
The sign was correct: the place is indeed located on a corner. But not the best corner, I guess, since the store’s been out of business for a while now. The actual corner remains: go straight and you’ll end up in Eden and if you go right, you’ll be in Brady. Fun fact: both of those towns use Bulldogs as their mascot. But don’t you sort of, just a little bit, want Eden’s mascot to be the Fig Leaves?
It was a hot and dry day. The town’s swimming pool was open; from a block away I could hear those shrieks that are particular to kids playing in a pool. It seemed so summery and normal which made me think about going in to take pictures of the swimmers. (I know! I thought about photographing people. Must have been a bit of a heat stroke.) I didn’t go in, though, because that seemed creepy and intrusive, and because this woman and her family created a nice enough tableau as they paused to pay their admission fee that I didn’t need to go any further.