Thursday, January 27, 2011

Project 365 ~ 027

They gray stone walls, dull brown roof, faded map of the United States on the uneven asphalt play-yard, the fir trees dripping needles and sap, it all looked so sad. So ancient, misplaced, unloved. And yet, inside those walls roamed children's imaginations, swords and armor, a kind teacher, a great hall, an invested principal, in all, the best place for their minds to learn and grow.