The Pool That Wasn't There and Empty Shelves
Lately, I've rediscovered an old love of mine , photos of abandoned buildings. There's something about their decaying lines and fading colors that's still beautiful to me, even if their a bit sad as well. Rather than thinking that all good things eventfully end, I like to think that even in the end beauty and memory remain and encourage us that God never leaves us completely without comfort and aid. After looking and pining pictures of old and dormant hotels, churches, amusement parks, train stations, and theaters, it occurred to me that there a few places near me that I could legally explore, I don't particularity want a police record for trespassing. The first I decided to visit was the old swimming pool as the college I graduated from. I should have realized that with all the expansions and campus improvements that the old fashioned, graffiti covered, spring fed pool would be gone. As you can see, they've chipped away all the cement and let nature reclaim the