Polytech Neighborhood, Fort Worth

My grandmother grew up in the Polytechnic area of Fort Worth.  When I was a little girl sitting at her kitchen table, she would tell me stories of her childhood there during the Great Depression.  Grandma was a most excellent storyteller, and my imagination wildly colored the scenes she painted.  As an adult, I find odd comfort in driving through those old neighborhoods. 

I'm always pleasantly surprised to find beauty in the most unlikely places.  A few weeks ago, I took a Sunday afternoon drive down East Rosedale Street.  Sundays in a neighborhood such as this are eerily quiet.  The usual hustle and bustle of street traffic is missing, allowing the observer a chance to enjoy the view at a much slower pace.

One of the things I appreciate most is the lack of branding to be found.  As I made my way down the empty street, I'm glad to find things a little less polished, less perfect.  A person can forget about national chains and the boring, impersonal store fronts.  In their place are hand made signs and home-grown promotion.