Alley Orchard

This is a strange little image. Again, it is in an alley way in Hamilton. This used to be an orchard, but the man lost it and his home to a bet many, many years ago, and now the orchard is overgrown and in disorder. It's interesting to me that once love stops, things fall apart. I mean things, not just people's relationship, but the things they have. The energy that went into creation or even basic up keep, leaves a place and atrophy sets in and with it comes destruction. Hamilton is filled with alleys and stories. Who would expect an orchard less than three miles from the steel mills? I love the passion of Hamilton. To Canada, Hamilton is this mean steel town, but I have not seen it. Sure, there is crime, and there is pain associated with life in a city, but in Hamilton, I see hope. Once we stop loving our city, our home, this kind of destruction can set in. We can have an orchard or we can have an overgrown lot that produces fruit too small to eat.