The Birds in the Chimney

Patrick always wanted to know what was behind the door, I always told him its best we don’t open that door because Uncle Red will get angry, We don’t want anything to happen right Patrick? Patrick answers with no reply his hazelnut eyes just stay glued to the door.

I mean it was a nice door, full of power. The previous owners of the house must have had a large dog because nearly all the paint on the bottom right side looks sawed off. They must have had an entire kennel of bulldogs. Speaking of Bulldogs that’s where I’m from Defiance, Ohio “a great place to live” “a great place to leave”.

Defiance was a warzone growing up, Fort Defiance laid in dust of what was to become. I lingered during the day with my camera, as a espionage’s model, Id lust myself up onto large buildings the tallest I could find, climbing all the way up with my Nikon film camera (SLR). My baby was new to me then, after graduation I purchased my first canon rebel, it sat in the box for years, a old friend of mine took me to a film shop in Toledo, Ohio after we visited the glass pavilion. My life forever changed, the teller at the camera shop declared 35 dollars. It was mine, she was mine, he was mine. I like to think of the camera as an extension of my brain.