Tearing Down the Saint

As my family sleeps I find myself combing my archives. In a January 6th, 2004 gallery I find an old image that strikes me. It was a cold day. I was a lot younger and skinnier, though not by choice. There where times where food just wasn't a priority. I went for a photo hunt that day, and let my intuition guide me. I ended up in a demolition site near my apartment I used to live in. This iconic landmark was soon to disappear forever.Now when I see this photo it takes me back to that apartment, and I remember how I used to enjoy looking up the hill to its silhouette.

St. Francis Being Demolished.