The little, almost ghost town, of Holbrook
is off of the old route 66 in Arizona. We spent the night there in the Wigwams Motel
and had fun exploring this old retro town on a cold and windy winter afternoon.
I was surprised, and overjoyed to discover all of the dinosaur statues that are just hanging out around town. They are the perfect addition to a town that looks like it’s straight out of the 1960s.
Many of the dinosaur statues live at the Rainbow Rock Shop and were apparently built by the owners of the shop over the course of 20 years. The other statues once were part of a museum and got relocated to different places in town when the museum closed many years ago.
Holbrook is very close to the Petrified Forest, where many actual fossils and dinosaur bones have been found, so these statues are a reminder of the giant beasts that once roamed these lands.
Holbrook was a fun little town to explore, with all its roadside dinosaurs!
Just outside the middle of downtown Detroit, in an old abandoned brick building just off of a main road, is the coolest antique store I’ve been to.
It was a cold November day, right before Thanksgiving. We were spending the day wandering around my old homeland before heading to dinner at my brother’s house. We decided to choose an antique store to go to, and it ended up being the best choice.
It was filled wall to wall with interesting items as most antique stores are, but the ceilings were also filled. With old lights, chandeliers, and even windows and chairs!
The store was called Detroit Antique and Props. Apparently they either currently, or at one time rented theater props out as well as selling antiques.
The whole store, but the attic in particular held furniture and building materials taken from all the abandoned and crumbling places that fill the city. Bathroom sinks of every color, industrial lights of every size; anything could be found in there.
There were lots of things we wanted, but all that came home with us were two small cameras, since not much else would fit in our small carry-ons that were already stuffed full with a weeks worth of winter clothes.
We often think about coming back to this interesting little place we stumbled upon.
A giant pile of rubble was a surprising sight to see one day while driving downtown. A little school was in the process of being torn down, for what I later read, was to make room for the rebuilding of an interstate and the roads surrounding it.
Business 40 interstate which runs through downtown has been a disaster since it was built in the 50s, with narrow lanes and tiny on ramps. This year it is finally getting shut down to be rebuilt into something actually functional.
This sad little school just happened to be in the way of the new interstate improvements.
These next few years will be interesting for downtown’s landscape.
These pictures were taken two years ago, but then got buried in my drafts when I had a bad case of writer’s block and no inspiration.
It was around Thanksgiving 2016. My mom was in Europe with her sister. There wasn’t much to do, so we took a walk.
I don’t have any pictures from that Thanksgiving day, but these pictures remind me of it.
Thanksgiving is always weird. All of my family lives far away and almost we never spend it with them. On this particular Thanksgiving after we got back from my in-laws house, we went to Waffle House with my sister and then played Minecraft. That was pretty funny.
During my trip to Michigan, I wanted to visit the cemeteries of my relatives. Luckily I unknowingly chose a hotel right in between two main cemeteries where my relatives laid. Unlike the the Southfield Cemetery, the Holy Sepulchre Catholic cemetery was massive and easy to get lost in.
It was an icy November day, and we wandered around the vast place, looking for our family members. My mom was relying on her memories of running around here when she was little. Her grandparents were caretakers of this place!
This unique group of trees caught our eye and we wandered over. It was the right area!
Someone had placed wreaths at the graves, we wondered who that could have been.
My great great grandfather, who came to Detroit from Austria and worked as a grave-digger in this cemetery.
I’ve always liked wandering around in cemeteries. There’s something really peaceful about them. It was even more special to visit a cemetery where my family members were buried. Most of them I’d never met, but had heard plenty of stories about. Others I have some vague memories of, so I was glad to get to visit their graves.