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patapsco river, from the bridge. i didn't do this, but if i did, i'd have claimed it for creative vandalism.

robin taking a picture of saille taking the rocks picture

trolley stop

one historical tidbit I can never help sharing because it makes me smile every time I walk by: don't let the re-branding fool you. this place has been a biker bar as long as there have been biker bars. before, in fact: it opened in the mid-1800s as "the bloody bucket". as much crap as I've gotten from tourists around here over the years, the bikers have shown me nothing but kindness.

rail bridge

still in use. i intended to get a shot from atop the bridge, down the historical beginning of the B&O railroad (and thus all rail travel in this country), but the rain started just about now, and there is no cover up there.

rail bridge waterline markers

another five or six feet up *above* the tracks is a watermark from the 1972 hurricane. that makes it above the roofline of two-storey buildings a hundred years old. how many times have they cleaned up and moved on? my town is stubborn.

easton and sons was a funeral home

the fact of this caption doesn't stop me from practically living at this coffee house. the journey actually begins here; we closed the place and were still restlessly caffeinated, so then stopped back at the house for my camera.

saille takes the previous picture

zebop!

police headlights

we out-boringed the fine officer in this automobile around the corner by hanging out under awnings and taking photographs of rain.

crystal underground storefront

i got cold rain down my back stepping out to take this shot. i didn't mind.

forget me not factory

somehow the fog made their halloween fairy display even creepier than intended. I love this place. bubbles and pirates and faeries and kitsch and damage to the third floor from a fire, consistently pointed out by the ghost tours. no ghost tours tonight, at least. just us, and the fog, and that thing in the window.

park in the rain

there are three lights

covered alleyway

with spiders, assuredly

spider, spinning on converted gaslamp

at this point, i was hiding under a stone entryway flanked by two converted gaslights, getting incredibly bored. robin was hiding in an alleyway or under an awning further up the street. ("lets go back after this next one", we said, over and over again, and then didn't.) then i looked up. and despite being absolutely terrified of spiders, this moment is one of the things that totally made my night. i never would have seen it if i stayed home from the rain.

lights and spiderwebs

the light on the other side of my shelter had already been claimed for housing.

more lights

the rain can stop any time now thanks.

store cat wants out

i would too, honestly, despite the rain. this antique shop is a goblin market of creepy stuff.

from the caplan's lobby

and what's not creepy is usually ugly

chandelier at caplan's

this place creeps me the hell out, and I really didn't want to be stuck in their open lobby any longer than I had to be. i would have missed watching the rain and very occasional headlights change the reflections in each little blue crystal, too, given the chance.

central lodge number 40

masons.