Yesterday, Nick and I went to Detroit with the intention of going to the Michigan Science Center however we got there too late. 🙁 It’s a bit of a bitchy story so I won’t go into it.
Since we were in Detroit, Nick made the decision to drive around some so I could take pictures. It was very windy and cold so I stayed in the car and shot photographs out of the window, usually while the car was moving. That being, said I am pretty damn proud of a how some of these turned out!
It’s difficult to take photos from a moving car, mostly because a lot of opportunities are missed. There’s a few things I want to return to photograph during a holiday afternoon when there is next to no traffic. I also have the intention of going to Maritime Park because it’s pretty and to hunt down the Mariner’s Cathedral. Brutalist buildings are on my list, too! My father suggested we hit up Greek Town for food.
Have some photos.
MGM Grand Detroit
Classic buildings next to graffiti are interesting and sad. The impression of time passing is extremely apparent.
Sometimes the comparison is extreme, where the old is enveloped by the new. I do wonder how the graffiti painters managed to get up there and stay up there.
Sometimes the new isn’t vulgar at all.
And sometimes thew new escapes a decaying fate.
Have some perspective.
Neva be forgotten <3 😛
Remnants of an industrial past make a good canvas for graffiti!
Boob dog.
Just a dude on a hand.
A few stragglers from the storm earlier this week.
On the way home I spotted a heron! He was in someone’s backyard.
I tried hard not to startle him but I think my bright pink shirt was too much. He started and flew off to the safety of a fenced-in yard.
Now, before you go off on and say, “Yeah, Detroit is bad. They’re bankrupt,” take a moment to consider:
I’ve lived in Michigan pretty much my whole life. Detroit was bad when I was a small child. Flint was bad. Saginaw was bad. Bay City was bad. Everywhere was bad. It is just as bad or worse now. I’ve watched it become that way from the inside and I love it even as it rots. It is more than likely that the current condition of Detroit is as apparent or more so to me as it is to you. Unless you are literally living in Detroit and have lived in Detroit, hush.
This may seem bitchy and it may not even apply to you, but so far most of the people that I have mentioned this to didn’t grow up in Michigan and have minor experience with Detroit compared to mine. So, if you feel like saying, “Yeah, that’s Detroit,” just don’t. Close your mouth and don’t say anything.
I’m aware. Being aware doesn’t make it unremarkable. To me, life isn’t an ambivalent pissing contest spent trying to out-uncare each other. I like to have wonder. I like to be amazed. I don’t mind seeing something and weeping, mouth agape and heart fluttering at how it moves me. All your impassive reaction does is make you seem like an insensitive know-it-all. /end rant
