Stonefridge fell.
My beloved Stonefridge fell last Sunday. The harsh spring winds pushed it over, pushed it into pieces, into the muddy ground. It was the big news in the paper this week, and I plan on scooting out there this Sunday to take photos of the remains before they are hauled to the dump. The city refuses to allow anyone to rebuild. It ends up I was the very last journalist to visit the place before the fall.
I made t-shirts and some other assorted goodies from my Stonefridge photos:
