I heard the dorms around Graham Hall were coming down (Graham, Simpson and Trusler). This summer they were ominously fenced off. Last week they started falling. I took some pictures Saturday.
I thought about getting up close to the fence and shooting through it. Then I figured the fence added more than it obscured.
Everyone loves a stairs to nowhere picture.
Graham Hall with improved airflow.
Ventilated Graham Hall – closer.
The place a friend lived as a first year student, now not long for this world.
I am cursed to walk this world filled with sentimentality, seeing meaning in places and things which are not self-evident, and I find near impossible to explain or describe. I’m the person in the car who points places out to my kids, “… and that’s where…” with utter futility. Nothing I could say if given 30 minutes would get across my personal context with a place – let alone the 3 seconds we have in passing.
I find it difficult to speak in groups of people – not just because of social anxiety – but also because I don’t know where to start or end and so do neither.
It makes one wonder why I said anything here, now.
So here’s a few pictures which make me sad.