I love this picture, it just sends me the image of someone tearing out of the building without warning and as time goes by the place just becomes overtaken
Mr. Motts, as always, you've stirred a form of emotion in myself, but this time, it's an odder one. One of recollection, seeing as this shot, for some reason reminds me quite a bit of the old school in which I used to take Enrichment (Gifted Learners, Intellects Annonymous) Courses at.
The door frame style, trim and everything!
Mr. Motts, please don't mind this long-ish post, but this picture just made me think of the lyrics to a song. (God Bless Our Dead Marines by Thee Silver Mt. Zion and the Tralala Band.)
They put angels in the electric chairs,
Straight up angels in the electric chair,
They put angels in the electric chair,
Straight up angels in the electric chair.
And no-one knew,
Or no-one cared,
But burning stars lit up their hair,
And burning stars lit up their hair,
And they crawled to heaven on golden stairs.
Puddleboy, no offense, but are you kidding? Commercializing something like this is a deadly sin.
A mall?! Really, come now. It's bad enough they want to "renovate" (rhymes with Mutilate) these buildings for the use of apartments and the like.
Motts, once again, you've done it again. You've found a way to get me completely entranced with Danvers all over again.
These picture therapy rooms have always held a certain spell over me, something so entrancing about it.
Beautiful.
Quote pmichael" The Kirkbride deisgn called for small dining rooms in each wing, and an underground 'railroad' system for moving food on carts on tracks from a central kitchen, then uploaded on dumb waiters."
Yes, I discovered this as well today in the Dix Mont.