When You're Back In Your Old Neighborhood

This is a diner not too far from where I live.  It's been around since at least the mid-80's, which was the last time I went to it.  I was in eighth grade, and my friend Tracey and I went there for burgers one evening not too long before graduation.  It was the first time I'd eaten at a sit-down restaurant without an adult, and the first time I'd paid for my own food that wasn't from Jack-In-The-Box.  I was feeling mighty grown up.

I don't live too far from the various places I lived during my elementary school days, so I'm actually "back in my old neighborhood" pretty often.  Usually, though, I'm in a car, driving to church or to pick up Ted from work.  I've always wanted to take a walk around there to take some photos, so when I had my chance last week when I took our car in to get its brakes fixed, I happily forwent [That so does not look like a word, forwent; forgoed looks and sounds better to me.  Silly English!] the last bus ride so I could meander down Clark Street. Here are some other photos documenting the weird and beautiful that is Clark Street between Ridge and Devon.

Comments

[Heather]

The most hilarious was the sign in the window with the hours of operation. There's something so grounding about photo walks about town.

[Mama Nabi]

I love these... one could fall in love with your old neighborhood just through your lens.

[Toni]

I love your street photography, Sarah. Creative use of angles and processing. Love that business hours sign and Bruce Willis' phone number, too! =)