The building itself is beautiful. The school was built in 1915. The brickwork and stonework are intricate.
I could not find the name on the school. Land-locked by blighted housing, Kinsey sits dejected. Many front doors facing the school sport “Beware of Dog!” warnings posted in florescent text.
The giving tree. The stump of an old oak juts out from its concrete cut-out bed. Hair barrettes, broken glass, a black plastic bag from a liquor store filled with dog poop, and snack wrappers are caught in its roots.
A School bus waits to take children home. Supposedly, the school district will require even more busses in order to transport children to more distance schools as their local neighborhood school closes. Parents raised concerns over this at the SRC public meetings, saying that children get out of school around 3 pm and must make their way home through dangerous neighborhoods. This perilous journey is going to become more common as the district indicated that they will only provide bus option for those over 1.5 miles away.
Bronze plaques embedded at the entrance of Kinsey pay tribute to police officers that died in the line of duty.
A hair brush lies at the base of a fenced off colorful mural depicted spring with trees in bloom. The brush most likely would have been retrieved if it weren’t for the five-foot rusted fence that cordons off the sidewalk. Is the fence protecting the beautiful vision from being vandalized? Do we need a metal fence between us and a vision of re-birth and spring?