Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 2015/06/02
[Author Prev] [Author Next] [Thread Prev] [Thread Next] [Author Index] [Topic Index] [Home] [Search]I was in Charleston, SC to do my Transformations:Cosplay project. With one afternoon free, I visited Charleston and then met up with my friend in town. While walking, I mentioned that like many cities, e.g. Boston's Faneuil Hall, or San Francisco's Piers, that they have kept some of the older buildings and repurposed them for small merchants and such. For whatever reason, a particular row of buildings looked very odd to me, with the big openings where windows should be. I almost imagined that it would be full of horses or livestock. Something gnawed at me. I pointed out the buildings to my friend, and she said "Why do you think this is called Market Street?" That sent a chill down my spine. I had to go in and took a quick shot. I couldn't stomach being there. Perhaps during the daytime it's full of vibrant merchants, but at that time, it reeked of memories. Of pain. Suffering. [img]http://richardmanphoto.com/PICS/20150602-Scanned-1007.jpg[/img] -- // richard <http://www.richardmanphoto.com> // http://facebook.com/richardmanphoto // https://instagram.com/richardmanphoto