My Hometown, Again.

Seems like almost every time I head out with my camera without a specific objective in mind,  I end up in town, in Saginaw, East Side, West Side. Old Town, somewhere. Like the leaves and trash that end up collecting in the doorways of abandoned buildings, I blow in without an agenda, swirl around, and come to rest someplace.

My Hometown #18 (©2012 Richard X. Moore)