We walk north a street from the capital ‘mall’ area, and streets once again indicate life, cats, and a few homeless guys, graffiti, an area where I heard on the news someone was shot and killed not but a week ago.  Greg and I talk a little quieter while wandering around…

Shorts hanging on razor wire.

This school was closed, broken concrete lunch tables, signs of graffiti tags, Greg said we should come back, I said we should find a way inside.  Although, that probably isn’t a good idea…  A bran new Rio Salado school was just north one block closed off with mechanical gates and scattered with security cameras.

We walked past a Baptist church.  I thought it looked like a place where a satanic cult may reside.  A little black and white editing might highlight my interpretation a little better.