Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust

There was a beautiful old firehouse in Northern Virginia that was recently turned to dust, its location destined for a newer, more modern building. We dreamed that it would be turned into a much-needed breakfast spot, complete with fire pole. For years, we walked the dogs past it, and the firemen would come out to admire them. I felt sad to see it go and caught some pictures on the last day. 

 

Nothing makes me feel more like a local than that feeling you get when someone references "the firehouse," and a voice inside says "there used to be a grand old building there..."