The aforementioned Cryder farm was wiped out long ago, but its water tower remains, disguised as this thick brown signpost. If you walk around to the left side, you can still see the outlet pipe protruding from the base.

The original! I was there when Jason photographed this postal receptacle almost three years ago, but I didn't discover (and he didn't remember) he had titled it thus until after I returned from my mailbox-laden walk across the US.

Whenever you see a roadway wandering drunkenly at an angle across its tidy, orthogonal neighbors, there's a good chance that you're looking at one of the area's early thoroughfares, preserved at least in part when the street grid was later built around it. Such is the case with Cryders Lane, which once led to the farm of W.W. Cryder, a Dutchman who owned a large chunk of land in northern Whitestone. Things were presumably a bit more bucolic in those days, without all these Spanish-tiled behemoths blocking out the sun.

Whitestone is home to quite a wide variety of ecclesiastical architecture! Here's some info about the repair work being done on this 1898 structure. And here's what it looks like without all the scaffolding.

I'm pretty sure this one's actually a spaceship. You can see some beautiful shots of the interior on the church's website.

Upturned roots, tarp-covered roof, fallen streetlight

Holy Cross Greek Orthodox Church

It's even more massive than this picture makes it seem.

I asked the guy standing out front how long this place has been a bar. His response: "Well, I know it's at least— let's see, I've been coming here since I was 16, so at least 30 years."

Hoping it'll look better if he squints one eye.

It's been four months and he's still miserable. Although he's not the only one on the board questioning his choice of hairstyle...

The former Irene and Sal's