Welcome, October

 “The skies they were ashen and sober;        The leaves they were crispĂ©d and sere—        The leaves they were withering and sere;  It was night in the lonesome October        Of my most immemorial year;  It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,        In the misty mid region of Weir—  It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,        In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.” (First stanza of “Ulalume” by Edgar Allen Poe)

Photoblog: Prison

It's nice to know there's a prison just 10 minutes from downtown Atlanta. Looks solid enough . . .
The camera did this strange effect as I was driving by (the fence are fine. See above picture):



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