Time traveling from late May...bzzzzrt...
My neighborhood in Decatur is often known as "Hindu Village." I'm pretty sure I reside on one of it's borders. Take a right out of my place and you are at the highway and minutes from a tons of amazing food. However, a quick left and you find yourself on the most peculiar road, populated by clearly newly built houses right next to some of the most decrepit shacks (literally) that I can all but assume are for cooking meth. Either way, I love where I am. This is by no means a condemnation of the Solitude of Fortress or its surroundings. If anything, this just goes to show how damn diverse Decatur can be and I fucking love it.
The road just behind my place.
One of the many abandoned, overgrown homes/lots in the little area just a quarter mile from me.
This was the first one I saw a few days ago. From the looks of many of these places, I (and others) assumed they were empty. Much to my surprise today, someone does live here, boarded up window and all.
So I chickened out taking pictures of all the ramshackle once I saw cars parked in and around the them. One home in particular, from which99X-era songs were being performed by a band hidden, you guessed, in a shack, had a small, private graveyard. I hoped it was maybe just a pet cemetery, but no. Creepy.
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