It was only a walk.

                                                                               I've driven by this house a dozen times. It's only a few blocks up from my house. I'm unsure how long this naked cabbage patch doll sat in the yard, but it started registering as a memory a few months ago. Everyday I saw it, I thought, I've got to get a picture of that before it is reclaimed. Went on a walk last week with the intention of taking this picture. When I decided today was the day, I actually became a little nervous, began wondering about the owners and how they'd feel if they saw me traipsing about their yard, snapping pictures.I wonder about the story behind all this. The couch on the porch. The little girl who lost her doll. Lost it? Left it? Who knows the story...but the despondency, the bleakness, the hopelessness- it pours through, saturating my being with a sense of sorrow.