Rusted Old Bones
As we passed by I felt drawn to this shop
where rusted old bones wait throughout time
for the body man who never appeared.
You can still make out the words of the
In my mind I drift through a rift in time
when this little town at the Missouri/Arkansas border
was bustling with industry. The men would gather
at the diner, drinking coffee and reviewing football scores while
the women tended to the home and kids danced at the soda shop.
We made this trip over Hwy 67, through Corning, Arkansas,
several times over the last three months and each time I
felt as if I needed to stop and capture these photos of what
most would view as an eyesore.
Crazy though it is, I love them.