I studied the ground before me and was startled at what I saw . . . for over forty years, the land had held the memory of the little house that once stood there.
The message is subtle, nothing of exceptional beauty or unique character in this photograph, and I missed what the earth had preserved the first time I looked over the landscape. In an upcoming blog post, Racial Incident at Bugtussel, which I am still researching, I retell a story that happened in my hometown of Springfield, Pennsylvania, when local authorities bulldozed a poor, African-American man’s home to the ground, killing his cats and leaving him homeless.
<a href=”http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/gone-but-not-forgotten/”>Gone, But Not Forgotten</a>