I had not intended to walk to the old Power Dam this morning, but my sister said she would like to go, and so I did. The cats followed us. I showed her the place where the young folk were throwing their trash. Afterwards, I walked over to the Central Plaza alone, as I wanted to get some photos. When I was young I would spend Sunday afternoons in the loading docks with my friends Paul and Hubert, busting bottles and watching for trains. From there I began to drift around, first to the auto repair shop nearby, (where I discovered a beautiful old Thunderbird parked outside) then to the old Firehall, and finally ended up on Emby Lane. I explored around, and walked back behind the businesses. Their were several men standing about and chatting, and though I was taking photos, and looking (in my opinion) rather suspicious, managed to avoid any questioning. One thing that I have felt for some time the need to photograph is the odd tower that used to belong to Derby Pet Foods. I have never know what purpose this tower served, and thats despite having worked there. When I reached the car wash, my battery died on my phone and so I wandered through the repair shops, crossing Mullet Creek and making my way along the tracks. A gentleman set a fixed gaze on me, and so I set him a fixed gaze back. I looked at some houses tucked hidden away on Rutledge, then went home.
