Friday, August 27, 2010
|This trail leads to the tar-paved road, can you smell the sun-burnt ankles? A.K.A. my starting point.|
Before my habit got a hold of my lungs, I walked here as a kid. It was always there and never worried itself to run out of public funding (can't say the same for the overall condition of the city's streets, electricity, public image...), it was the absolute de-rez zone for the child of a master-plan-white-majority-suburban neigborhood. I can't say I always enjoyed the tame nature (sorry spider family, I just wish you were less terrifying and legged) but it was always everyone's litter yard. It invites you too.