Thursday, May 20, 2010


I've always liked the plaster Madonna in the front yard of this run-down frame on Eleventh Street between Sixth & Seventh, but it was only today that I noticed the much smaller religious figures hanging out inside the house itself, several of them peering through the transom, and one (J.C.?) keeping a low profile at the side of a window on the first floor. The house has been empty for some time now, with only this forlorn little crew standing vigil.