A photo a day keeps the Doctor in play.
I took my morning stroll in another urban waste space along the base of the wall of an abandoned quarry between I-64 and the appropriately named Quarry St. on Louisville’s Crescent Hill. I had a little thrill when I got yelled at for trespassing on a homeless man’s camp. I think his thrill was bigger. I must have frightened the crap out of the poor man. I don’t think he gets many visitors tramping through the trees and brush. I simply backtracked at the same slow stroll as he screamed obscenities from his tent.
As you can see from all the trash, the camp has been occupied for some time.
People have been throwing tires over the edge of the quarry for a long time.
White sidewall. That’s an old tire.
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