There's something sad and depressing about abandoned buildings. They are unfulfilled dreams. They are plans interrupted.
Then came a hurricane and wiped away those dreams along with the railroads that supplied the raw materials. King Cotton didn't reign in the mountains. Mother Nature did.
Rumor has it that for many years after the flood, the locals didn't have to buy socks. They picked them from the bushes along the creek banks.
Just something to think about on this Saturday morning.
Catch of the day,