Some photos I took five years ago or so of the West Nashville neighborhood where my family of origin lived during a significant portion of my childhood – moved there when I was three; lived there until I was about eleven. Lived in a house on Central Avenue, where a lot of my father’s sexual abuse (of me) took place. Even so, a nice neighborhood, and, like all neighborhoods, neutral when it comes to the occurrence, or not, of abuse within its dwellings.