I find myself drawn to anything historical. Old dilapidated buildings, with broken panes and weeds growing through the decking, always beckon me to come near. I want to lay my hands on everything and immerse myself in the energy from all that has been before. This even applies to photographs. While looking over a favorite blog site I came across the above picture. I was captivated by the scene. I longed to step into that town and that time, walk the dirt street, and peer into the storefront windows. I wondered if this conflicted with my desire to live in the present moment until I realized this is my present moment.
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