Ruins

As I was at a loose end this morning, I decided to take a drive around the old neighborhood where I grew up. I should mention at the outset that I am not particularly sentimental about the area that I grew up in. It was a dirty, violent, blue collar hell hole 35 years ago, and little appears to have changed; if anything, it's gone downhill since then.
My main reason for these occasional forays into my past are to evoke more clearly memories of people from those days, many of whom have since died. It also allows me to get a clearer sense of the passing of time when I see how the landscape of my childhood has changed.
The photograph is of a church which has ceased to be used, and has been extensively vandalised. I had already grown up and left Taperoo before this church was built, and here it is now, good for nothing but the wreckers ball. 'I grow old, I grow old; I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.........'