House of the Faithful

Coming back from a funeral and I decide to stop in this little podunk town because they have a real tortilleria run by actual Mexicans who make real, fresh tortillas- not those corn frisbees found wrapped in plastic bags at the grocery store that smell like mildew when you first bring them home. I love fresh tortillas. Kryptonite. Seriously.

There's this abandoned house next door to the tortilleria that I've always admired but never checked out. So, camera in hand, I decide to look- to my surprise it appears to be an old church. I suppose that explains why no one has torn it down despite the fact it appears to be disintegrating. I tried to find out what church it was on the internet, but being a really rural place, I couldn't find anything about it.

For once I'm posting both color and black and white pictures in one post. I prefer the black and white (because I always do), but there's something about the rust and mold that I like in the color shots.

Mindless musing about Photoshop and all the pictures I lost last year

I miss Photoshop almost as much as all the pictures I lost in the great double-hard-drive-calamity of May '10. I kept it installed on my external drive because it hogged a lot of space on my already over-stressed computer and when the drives tumbled to the ground, so did my capacity to do anything with Photoshop. I was never very adept at it, but I had a couple of cool plug-ins that I used somewhat frequently. I've been unsuccessful in trying to reload it on my computer- there must be remnants of the previous install remaining and even though I have an honest, real, paid for version, (granted two versions old now), it won't let me re-install. Even worse- those neat plug-ins I used to use? Can't find them anywhere.

*waa-waa* Sad trombone.