Wednesday, July 23, 2008

No. 9.5: Field of broken dreams

Along 22nd Avenue South, just before entering Gulfport, Florida, passersby see an out-of-place being. This white statue, which seems ominous, sits in an open field in the middle of a high-traffic street. It sits between a bright pink house and an in-and-out food store. From afar, it looks innocent enough, but this statue tells stories through its cracks and crannies. The pieces that have fallen off or have been torn from its torso. The somber look on its face. The red paint chips on its lips. This unknown resident of 22nd Avenue South has probably seen better days, but on Tuesday, the weather faired well after the storms cleared. If I were a statue, I couldn't ask anything better than to air dry after rainfall.

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