Education is what survives when what has been learned has been forgotten. – B F Skinner
I found this old broken country school house as I drove across Ohio from one shuttered smokestack to another.
Not sure if It is lost or if I was.
Spring is here. I wonder how long these flowers have been growing here. Did the students plant them 80 years ago. I like to think they did. They lead down a path from the street right to the door.
Even in disrepair slate rooves (yes that is the correct spelling) there is something very elegant about them.
Someone broke the poor school house’s back.
To me what is ironic is that in it’s day kids probably didn’t want to go to school but after a building is empty it attracts all kinds of kids.
At first I thought it said “I heart books". Upon closer insepction I was wrong.