(The sign reads, "Smith Hardware. The Cellar." I wonder if this was once an actual hardware store, set in an alley, or just the side entrance. Very nook-ish and yet completely out of the way. The height of the doorframe is not suited for vertically blessed people.)

(I was walking down this back alley when I noticed this lipstick kissed ballon just bobbing alongside a building. Remnants of a fun night.)

(This kind of infrastructure is always fascinating. The blocked in windows are the equivalent to eye patches. The measurable evolution of improvement or decay. I enjoy its patchwork face.)