Tonight I decided to look at the home of my nativity through the eyes of google street view. I only spent the first five years of my life in Alliance, Nebraska. I remember some details of the home very well; enough that I managed to find it in spite of google's inaccurate address annotations. I knew that I'd found it, and the address happened to be legible in a photograph of the front of the house. Google street view has some low resolution images from October of 2007 and some bright, crisp images from April of 2012. When my view reached an area where only the 2007 images were available, I saw something that spooked me very well. It may have been an inanimate object or it may have been any little boy, but it looked enough like me to cause a stir and a shiver. The position that the boy was standing in also seemed peculiar. Was it a ghost of me haunting that house, or was is simply a coincidence? It doesn't matter what kind of rational explanation you have. Everything about this image is downright creep-tastic.
It appeared that the October 2007 shoot took place during rain and darkness. Images not shown here were smeared in places. This added to the element of mystery and intrigue. The themes are all very fitting, and it was a dramatic turn from the bright and sunny April photos with which my viewing began. It was very shortly after this dark turn that I noticed the figure that looked just like a 3 to 5 year old Beau. Chills, my friends. I remember, as a teenager in south Texas, when my mom asked me if I recalled some men coming to visit our house in Nebraska. When I said, "No," she said, "Good." I was intrigued as well as outraged by her refusal to comment further. I really want to know everything about my life. I want to know more than some may be able to accept.
On a lighter note, I found some graffiti in the alley behind the house. The graffiti image was recorded in April of 2012.
The artist wrote "Fuck APD" (Alliance Police Department) under a symbol which may or may not represent a pot leaf. How adorable. That makes me proud.