If this gallery business works, these are some pictures of a dilapidated schoolhouse that I took while driving from Attica to Port Huron one day. The schoolhouse is between Imlay City and Capac on Old 21. It was a really grey and humid day when I stopped to take these pictures and I briefly considered going in through the back entrance but it was swarming with bees. I’m not much of a photographer but I’m glad I took the time to take these pictures. I had driven by the building once already and knew this might be my last chance to get these while I was still in the US.
I had forgotten how stark the scenery in this part of Michigan gets. The building is in the middle of a massive field which had just been plowed. Like most farmland in the area it’s ringed by a thin line of trees. As you drive down Old 21 on very windy days it sometimes feels like your car is going to be blown off the road.
Sometimes when I am drunk and feeling verbose about Writing and being a Writer I will spout off about the idea of my Writing as being Midwestern Gothic, and even though there are (thus far) absolutely no crumbling old schoolhouses in any of my writing, this is the sort of thing I am thinking about when I am talking a load of shit about words.
It’s all in the idea of the thing not necessarily the literal interpretation, okay?