Friday, July 13, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Once we did a tour of that area and found all that we wanted to take pictures of I led the group to where I thought one of my childhood houses was. I was so right on the dot! I had NO IDEA when I was little that I had lived right in the middle of Old Town. How crazy is that? I mean, I was 5-7 years old at the time we lived there so I guess I can’t get too mad at myself for not paying too much attention, but it’s pretty rad.
So many little things had changed but the parking lot of the restaurant we lived right by was the same. I remembered learning to ride my bike in that parking lot. As I looked at the gate and the awning in front of the house I thought how odd it was that I didn’t remembered it even though it looked like it had been there for a while. Then I realized it’s been about 20 years since I’ve lived there. Twenty. years. Holy shoot!
After my little walk down memory lane we went back into the craziness (it was a Sunday after all) and found more things to take pictures of.
At one point we walked by the Whaley House but we didn’t want to pay to go in so we just kept walking to a small cemetery.
At one point we went into the Church of Immaculate Conception. Part of me felt odd taking pictures in there, but I just found the things so beautiful. Even if I don’t believe in what they preach (there wasn’t a service going on) can I still appreciate the beauty of it?
Honestly, if I were to get into a specific religion I could see Catholicism calling to me, mostly for the beautiful art that is created in it’s name.