Beyond the manicured lawns off of Crescent Road, the zombies appear out of nowhere.
Weeds, as tall as grown men, fill the fields of dreams where McMansions had once dared to tread.
The pavement has prematurely aged, a thin veneer of blacktop on the surface of the heavy clay.
Not much has changed out here since the last time I photographed it. What is like to live in the one house that actually was finished?
There must have been areas like this one right in Saint Louis from time to time. An old farm of orchard parceled and platted, with a few eager beavers building, and suddenly the fashion shifts, or the winds do, or perhaps money gets tight, and some investor can’t be found and property can’t be sold.
Indeed. 2008 was a factor as well.