There are signs and portents everywhere. Some are subtle and pass beneath the notice of the conscious mind, lingering in dreams and nightmares. Some are glaring emblems which cannot be denied. When one lives in the shadow of the Standpipe, there is no mistaking King's country. A quiet stroll through Bangor is tantamount to walking into the pages of King's work. There are moments when you know you have slipped through the thin membrane that separates worlds, descended a staircase in the Tower to another level, and find yourself in Derry. Here is an photograph taken within that great green dagger pointed at the downtown of Bangor/Derry. Most would know this as the Barrens. I wonder what Bango Skank was doing there. The guy does get around.
Bango-Barrens-01.jpg Photo by Caercath | Photobucket
Bango-Barrens-01.jpg Photo by Caercath | Photobucket