While it is nice to see a neighborhood spruced up, gentrification often goes too far. Erasing the character and adding a faux finish of personality that can feel more like a vacation theme park than a place people live. This building is located in an area that has long been looked at for an extension of a rail line. It is a variety of well kept houses, empty manufacturing building of various eras and some more rundown places. How long before this place goes from being Girouard’s Market, a corner shop, to Les Bon Temps Cafe or Boutique? Or some such gentrified thing. Girouard’s is already closed and for sale, a market on the market. It might be empty awhile as rail plans take a long time to get implemented. A rail stop would be a boon for the city, and for commuters heading over the state line. It would boost property values for those looking to sell, would possibly take some commuter cars off the road. It would also likely whitewash the neighborhood in “acceptable niceness” for the eyes. And would likely force rents higher as the “prettification” took hold, displacing residents.
I guess it is, then, both a good and bad thing.
Not just the doorknob, or the door, but the whole building.
There one week and gone the next.
Not so much as a bit of debris left to let a passerby know what once was there.
Luckily I took a bunch of photos of it. I would have liked to have had a peek inside, but no such luck. Sad to say it probably all went to a landfill, and the empty lot will likely attract trash dumpers pretty soon.
What would you pack in your big, pink trunk?
Things most loved?
Or all that you wish to leave behind?
It seems fitting that the joyous paddling of an otter brings in summer. The longest day is upon us, the solstice, the midsummer madness that fills our evenings with mirth and companionship of all sorts. The last of the peepers, the cry of the hawks, the swoop of the dragonflies in the twilight. This moment seems to exist outside of clock time, dancing to a beat all its own, whether we join in or not.
I know summer must be coming even though spring never arrived. And thus, I am gearing up to do “things”: field trips, hikes, website updates, workshops, visits with friends and more. The season is fleeting even when it doesn’t start slowly, and I cannot afford to waste a moment. Old gears can be coaxed back into action, it is just a matter of effort and getting the rust off.
This is a week of 2’s
2 art show drop offs
2 massage appointments
2 therapy appointments
2 dentist appointments
I expect I will encounter more 2’s as the week progresses, it seems some odd curve the universe is sending. One that I can’t quite figure out……yet.