Summer in the South by Paul Laurence Dunbar

SUMMER IN THE SOUTH The oriole sings in the greening grove As if he were half-way waiting, The rosebuds peep from their hoods of green, Timid, and hesitating. The rain comes down in a torrent sweep And the nights smell warm and pinety, The garden thrives, but the tender shoots Are yellow-green and tiny. Then…

Documenting Dead and Dying Buildings

If you LOVE the mix of melancholia and mystery that is abandoned buildings please visit this guy’s site! Delicious photos and histories–my favorite is the Bennett School for Girls.