Poe. You may well be right. Since I found this image there are many nights I wake up in sheer terror, scratching at an invisible wall. None is revealed, but my finger nails are cut and bleeding. Help me Dezra!!!!
Mike, I have to tell you, it looks like a wall/door to a defunked bank in a deserted shopping mall around here. Every time I see that door, it amazes me that banks go bankrupt…that towns disappear… that shadows and sand and emptiness stare at us from walls bricked up … there’s nothing behind the one here… and probably nothing behind the one there… yet odd to say someone felt it necessary to brick up the emptiness… 🙂
abandoned homes and buildings littering America. Many countries actually. Bricks that close a door don’t tell of families destroyed. Hungry children, lost souls. and full prisons. Schools closing, church bells ringing, marching bands that can’t afford instruments. Oh I wish I had a river, I could skate away on.
There is violence and corruption in Mexico. There is violence and corruption in the US. In Mexico the beaches are much better and so too are the margaritas.
Funny you should use the word well in your post …..not because it is a funny word but that water is the reason there is a well. Notice the bricks, both the ones of the original structure and the ones that came later, have a point where they faded into a zone of sameness: only water mixed with time can blend the old and new together.
This place has been flooded a time or two but has the look of a desert. I too have the look of the desert but have had the healing floods come upon me a time or two. Nice pic man!
I have looked at those bricks and notice that the ones on the bottom do seem washed out. I thought perhaps they get more sunlight, but water is in the mix as well. Thank you Jagged Man.
Mike!! seriously … the ghosts now call you in dreams i am sure
…and Horror hidden behind that wall is calling my name too,someday they will come out for spirits so evil cant be stopped with reasons or rhymes…one night it will happen i think i should be there when it does 🙂
Years of search and speculation never revealed what happened to Jimmy Hoffa…
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A point well taken. He may well have been fed to the beast.
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Tombs?
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Aye, but one remains alive…
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The Cask of Amontillado. Someone insulted the bricks and ended up behind them. I’m sure of this.
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Poe. You may well be right. Since I found this image there are many nights I wake up in sheer terror, scratching at an invisible wall. None is revealed, but my finger nails are cut and bleeding. Help me Dezra!!!!
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I would, but I’m buried below some floorboards, my heart beating wildly!
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Rob banks with me.
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Ok Clyde. Will do!
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Yep, the Poe came to mind, too. I guess if Mike didn’t hear the victim’s wails, then he was too late. Perhaps if he goes back at night….
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Much too afraid.
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We’ll go with you, Mike. And hold your hand. Creeping along the bricks, hunched low to avoid detection. And I promise not to yell, “BOO!”
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Holding my hand is the draw there. Who is we’ll?
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You think I’m doing this alone? Anyone who wants to come along! It’ll be fun.
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But you are the only one touching my hand….
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You must be devastated, a door covered with bricks…
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Beyond words.
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It was just a OCD fix to a broken window. The “Nevermore” in his head had nothing to do with it!
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OCD! Yep, that would qualify.
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Mike, I have to tell you, it looks like a wall/door to a defunked bank in a deserted shopping mall around here. Every time I see that door, it amazes me that banks go bankrupt…that towns disappear… that shadows and sand and emptiness stare at us from walls bricked up … there’s nothing behind the one here… and probably nothing behind the one there… yet odd to say someone felt it necessary to brick up the emptiness… 🙂
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abandoned homes and buildings littering America. Many countries actually. Bricks that close a door don’t tell of families destroyed. Hungry children, lost souls. and full prisons. Schools closing, church bells ringing, marching bands that can’t afford instruments. Oh I wish I had a river, I could skate away on.
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Yea, bricking up the emptiness… perhaps bricking up all the tears falling … but I have a feeling even the tears have dried and blown away….
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Ok, you and Dezra and me. I ‘ll drive us there and keep the motor running while you two check it out.
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That works for me Paul. I would love to hang out with a guy as clever as you.
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I chuckled at your caption … great shot, by the way
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I offer you chuckles, snickers, and a three musketeers too.
Thanks Mona.
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That’s interesting. When I went to Mexico, there were 2 places we went where windows were bricked over because of death threats!
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From years ago BTW, not recent. It’s a part of history….
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There is violence and corruption in Mexico. There is violence and corruption in the US. In Mexico the beaches are much better and so too are the margaritas.
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Pina Coladas!
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Funny you should use the word well in your post …..not because it is a funny word but that water is the reason there is a well. Notice the bricks, both the ones of the original structure and the ones that came later, have a point where they faded into a zone of sameness: only water mixed with time can blend the old and new together.
This place has been flooded a time or two but has the look of a desert. I too have the look of the desert but have had the healing floods come upon me a time or two. Nice pic man!
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I have looked at those bricks and notice that the ones on the bottom do seem washed out. I thought perhaps they get more sunlight, but water is in the mix as well. Thank you Jagged Man.
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No gutters on the building maybe? The water splashing up on the wall and then the sun coming out could faded it as such.
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Didn’t notice if it had gutters. My guess is rain and sun.
Jagged brother.
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Mike!! seriously … the ghosts now call you in dreams i am sure
…and Horror hidden behind that wall is calling my name too,someday they will come out for spirits so evil cant be stopped with reasons or rhymes…one night it will happen i think i should be there when it does 🙂
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I think you should be here too. Email me as to your plans and I will make sure you see that wall, and others too 🙂
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I hear spooky music. Cask of Whatchamacallit from Edgar Allen Poe?
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At the very least 🙂
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With all the work involved in that kind of masonry, there MUST be something hidden in there that someone hoped wouldn’t get out.
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agreed.
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reminds me of the classic country tune “hello wall”
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Country I don’t do. Accept for Waylon and the boys.
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I believe it was written by Willie Nelson. I think he qualifies as one of the boys
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He was. They were called outlaws if I recall.
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The UFO from Roswell? And the autopsied aliens, too??
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Jimmy Hoffa? Amelia Earhart? My youth?
(by the way…..you were my 50,000th hit this morning. I like that quite a bit)
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Yay! 🙂
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And you win a new matching washer and dryer and a trip for 2 to Cincinnati.
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Can’t I just have Pumpkin?
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No Pumpkin For you!! Google the show ‘queen for a day’
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