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around town.7

I’m in love with architecture.  Quirky buildings with peeling paint.  Light fixtures that look like they belong in another era.  Ancient doors with crooked hinges.  There’s something delicious about buildings…I imagine who might have lived there, and which of them might still be there in ghost form.

I long to see these ghostly beings walking the halls and have a mini conversation with them about their day, their neighborhood then.  I wish I could travel through time and see some of these old buildings in their hey day.

But they are just as beautiful to me now that they are crumbly and old.

fishing from beyond

If I were to try to do something beyond the grave, it wouldn’t be fishing.  It would be something I love, like having sex, or watching Twilight Zones, or trying to eat other people’s food even though I’m dead and I really can’t enjoy the flavors anymore.  Fishing isn’t really my thing.  But apparently there is someone on my morning walk who is still trying to get his fly on.

Last year I noticed a fishing line, draped passionately over a telephone wire.  Of course, if you are the average, boxed-in type thinker, you will just assume someone got their line caught while casting off.  I’m sure that is frustrating.  I, however, immediately thought that someone had been called away to heaven, and despite the happiness one might have when realizing you are going UP instead of the other direction, this recently vacanted being wanted to hang on to his fishing pole and get in one last catch.

It seems he was successful in convincing the authorities that he should stay around a little bit longer, and guard the waters, or continue plucking fishies from their homes, whichever he is capable of in his newly ghostly state.  I’m calling him Fisherman Bill.  Here are some shots of him I think you’ll like: