The barren factory is deserted as the windows face to the outside world which is patched with blotches of white. Row after row of red bricks and lines of gray fill in between what must have been magnificent at on time and one lonely air conditioning unit, can be seen hanging out the second floor window. This is out of ten visible window sections.
What was once magnificent is now the barren factory, and deserted as the windows face to the outside world which is patched with blotches of white. The sun has peeled away sections that look like the crinkling of flaking paint. The bottom section is a light brown that covers the exposed first floor windows row after row. Vegetation has grown so close to the building that it almost covers with these long naked sticks known as trees. They are so thick that when green you would never see what is hidden. One section is open or missing on the second floor. It looks black compared to the surrounding glass.
Row after row of red bricks and lines of gray fill in between what must have been magnificent at on time and one lonely air conditioning unit it can be seen hanging out the second floor window. This is out of ten visible window sections. The bottom parallel row of windows are still broken and by one door is still opening and even a blue handicap parking sign is resting.
The area is all fenced in and within this area a collection of what became trapped even flowers where tossed in. Piles of lumber of giant sizes are stacked, like if no one cared near the fence. You could leave and slowly crawling through the open area in front of the two rows of windows. A small black bird jumps between the piles of lumber as if there was something left for him.
On the roof, you know it was outdated, but still anchors have fans visible that could have been used for heating or cooling, but no longer usable as rust can be seen streaking down toward the roof surface. Three flag polls can be seen facing each other and not close to the edge. The middle one is slightly taller than the other two along side. Brown rust or lack of paint makes the building under the weather and with it still matched that it was once a factory. Just setting that must have had prided once, yet is over now. Nevertheless it is still waiting for whatever society had once been proud.
The hollow death of industry from the past is always hard to accept and seeing it is not very comforting, but it is real.
Many people worked for low wages long hours under dangerous conditions in those old brick factories. Time has a way of softening what was really a very hard life with only holidays, Saturdays and Sundays to break away for real life.
Major League ballplayer Justin Moore is kidnapped from his own ballpark and transported to a foreign land. It might take high-level international negotiations to free him. Or maybe he will take matters into his own hands.
Imogene, a country-bred girl, longs to make a life for herself in New York City. She joins forces with her former college roommate to start a movie production company in the big city.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
What was once magnificent is now the barren factory, and deserted as the windows face to the outside world which is patched with blotches of white. The sun has peeled away sections that look like the crinkling of flaking paint. The bottom section is a light brown that covers the exposed first floor windows row after row. Vegetation has grown so close to the building that it almost covers with these long naked sticks known as trees. They are so thick that when green you would never see what is hidden. One section is open or missing on the second floor. It looks black compared to the surrounding glass.
