Skate Park
I wandered in the rain, miserable in my favorite place. I took a turn I hadn’t taken before. Strange how The Youths had graffitied the fence behind those trees.
The road led back to Main, a street I’d walked a hundred times. Up and down the hill, in all seasons, with coffee or camera or both. This was grungier. The real town. Even the back of those Main Street buildings presented differently than their open-for-business facades. Not that their fronts are glitzy and glamorous—this isn’t Camden. Just begrudgingly welcoming to tourists—which I hope to not always be—and to townsfolk. But here in the city’s nethers, life is lived.
On the other side, between the fence trees and Main, a skate park. Reflective in the increasingly annoying cold rain. A message on my phone confirmed it was time to head out. I snapped away.
All photos straight out of the Fujifilm X100VI with a Tri-X-emulating recipe.
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