A drive through Schenectady is as familiar as the streets of Syracuse for me. Two words roll through my subconscious as I avoid potholes and sigh at the sight of trash being carried by the breeze: dirty and grungy.
Sometimes, decaying architecture will sing to me. If I wipe my mind of everything Schenectady is now I can see the bustle of people roaming its historic streets in the city’s heyday.
Photos © Bethany Bump