Remnants of the Past
Friday 04/22/2005 12:27 AM
 When you walk the abandoned, overgrown grounds of The Asylum, you will see remnants of how things used to be back here. (2005) File Under: Asylum, The; Cemeteries; I Took This Photo! |
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If you squint your eyes and let them fall out of a focus, you can almost see this place how it used to be. The trees might look familiar to anyone that's stomped around the woods in North Florida, but everyone around these parts will know at first glance that those bushes and that long, thin grass don't just start growing for the heck of it. They are intended to be there.
And decades later — not just neglected now, but long forgotten — they still benefit from the year after year care that someone once gave them with a careful eye and an unnaturally colored thumb.
More than ten years ago, I was wandering back here (when I was still scoping out the place and finding my way around through the thick of it) and I stumbled across the eeriest site: Row after row of tiny purple flowers. Like some leprechaun's private flower garden hidden from view. It was beautiful and I've never found it since. Either I've not happened upon it when it was in bloom or stared right at it when it was just simple green.
If you're standing right here, where today's picture was taken, and turn around, you'll see something you've seen a million times before, but just not here — in the middle of the woods.
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