April’s Junk

I wish that my Grandpa were still alive to tell me about these photos.  none of them were marked.  But I know that they tell a story.  Some I can identify landmarks, others symbols, but in all I see the innate beauty within.  I felt they needed to become something, but would not dare ruin the originals, I did preserve them the best I could by not altering the scanned images in anyway.  there are others too all from the same era but these captured my interest in a way I cannot explain.