200th Post contest

Sorry, let me explain, it isn't my 200th post and I'm not having a contest, although, when I get there, I'll be compelled now to figure one out. No, in fact it is someone else's 200th post. And so, in a belated attempt to win a prize that has already been won I am posting the following series of photographs and inspired writing because of this post



It holds a memory, a moment in time when each person that stepped down that long alley way felt rebellious, adventurous, inspired, or grossed out. Whatever the feeling they had, whatever the action they took, in so many ways, these walls speak.



The brick that lays beneath holds tales from long ago, when the dust from the dirt road and the tumbleweeds blew through. But the only tales the bricks tell today are tales from more recent years, from before it got it's name.

I wonder who was the first? What was the reason? Or perhaps more importantly, who was the second? for that is the person that I think made it what it is today.

I don't know what compels me to be a part of what has happened here, but as I stand in between the two walls, I am sad that I am not chewing gum.