Colville, Washington. A fabric store, described as a 'hellacious place of child torture' from when he was young. And an alley created by a store fire next door. These are the hints we had to help us find the place where this picture was taken:
As we slowly drove down Colville's main road, we found what we were looking for. A fabric store with the remnants of a mural flaking off of its outer brick wall.
I couldn't help but notice the ghostly faces staring back at me from the cracking, withered paint.
It reminded me of how Jason would often threaten me with a haunting by the ghosts of yesteryear if I ever shared his recipe for Chunk-a-Poo cookies.
Despite the fact that the wall's colors were all but weathered away now, we tried to duplicate the shot that Jason had of himself.
I have always felt silly trying to pose and make it look natural. It's definitely not my forte. But it was fun to have a little alleyway photo session in the middle of our trip. Despite the fact that our photos are not nearly as vibrant as Jason's,
we were excited to have found another of the places that represented a
memory of a day in the life of our friend.