Depressed and in foreclosure, you have numbers to call in Kalamazoo Michigan.

I am neither depressed nor in foreclosure, but if I were, I would prefer to self-medicate at Water Street Coffee Joint or at Bell's Eclectic Cafe. We have a temperature above 32 degrees Fahrenheit, and that fact ensures against my mood turning black. I am enjoying the photographs of Richard Bowser, who documented decaying houses and businesses in Van Buren County, using a highly precise Hasselblad and an almost mystically capricious Holga. I've driven through the towns of Bloomingdale and Bangor, two towns that provided ample opportunities for this pursuer of rural, agrarian ruin porn. Back in Chelsea, I took a friendly call from my brother-in-law concerning my mother's condition. She's okay today, but they way it looks from my perspective, she'll never live again in her turn of the twentieth century farm house. I can't imagine any of her children wanting to live inside it, either. So how long until a backhoe knocks it down so a new house can be constructed on the site, which commands a lovely view of a small lake at the foot of a twenty foot slope, a quarter mile across a field. Will some photographer with Bowser's drive capture an image of her farmhouse before the demolition?