I've seen her several times as I skirt my way down 35 South towards Waco. She stands less than a half mile from the interstate, surrounded by weeds. Most would call her an eyesore, ugly and scary. But as I drove down the gravel paved road which ended just a few feet from her door step, my heart squeezed into my throat, beating so hard I could taste it. To me she is beautiful and magical and I couldn't wait to capture her beauty to show to the rest of the world. ::big smile::
These images were worth every scrape on my knee, every bruise on my legs and the dirt in my face. What good is art if you don't get dirty?