The image is filtered and cropped to reflect the feeling this alley brought to me one cold October Sunday morning as I walking through the little village in Lebanon, TN, enjoying the colors and the company. The concrete walls seemed to emanate the warmth that was missing from the air brought in following the rains of the prior few days.
Tinges of soft moss green touched the brick column that was the corner stone of an old building. Even the cracks in the cement held strings of that same green, a remnant of the summer past.
There was the vague scent of dampness that seemed to come more from age than the weather, that slightly acrid but not unpleasant smell of decay. Continue reading