This part of the city is changing fast. What was once the busy industrial center that kept this city alive, had died and gone vacant. No one dared wander these empty streets. Especially at night.
Nothing was around but an obscure coffee shop, that doubled as a music venue. My friends and I would all pile into one car, park in a scary abandoned lot and run for our lives down the street to the safety of the coffee shop.
But now things have changed. The old tobacco factories have been restored and turned into apartments, offices, research labs, restaurants and even a prestigious medical school has moved in.
I even managed to get a job working in this area.
A former sketchy area is now the cool new spot to be downtown.
That obscure coffee shop is now a popular place that also serves food, and is no longer a music venue.
I like to wander around and admire the changes. I thought this would be the perfect place to use up a precious roll of expiring Land Camera film.
An homage to the old days.
These photos were taken with one of my vintage Polaroid Land Cameras.
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I’d never seen the desert before, but I’ve always wanted to. It seemed like such an intriguing landscape, so different from the dense green rolling hills I was used to. Where palm trees weren’t a strange sight, and cactuses grew naturally.
One day I discovered some cheap flights to Las Vegas, and suddenly a week long desert adventure was being dreamed up. Five hours to the other side of the country was the longest I had ever spent in a plane. I loved every minute of it; seeing the landscape change before my eyes.
In the rental car we explored the desert world for the first time. The land was so flat, with no tall trees, you could almost see straight across to the other side of the city. Mountains stood tall in the distance, surrounding Las Vegas like a wall.
I stared along the palm tree lined streets, having never seen more than a few palm trees before.
I continued to stare out the car window as we passed all the famous casinos. Strange to see them all in person. Only ever seeing them in movies, it almost felt like they didn’t actually exist.
Nestled around the shiny sparkling casinos, run down motels and other attractions lay as ruins, providing quite a big contrast.
Even the houses matched the desert color theme.
The seven days in the desert were off to a good start.
This was a day at the very end of winter a couple of years ago. These pictures have been sitting in my drafts for a while now, and it seemed time to post them. This is from another time. A bit of a sadder time, but that’s ok.
The day was warm, after many months spent in the cold. It wasn’t quite time for spring, but it was one of those days that let you know that spring was just around the corner. Winter was almost done.
It was a Sunday afternoon that felt strange, like the precious weekend had been partly wasted. So we went for a walk, and it made up for those restless feelings.
The sun was setting later and later each day, another promise that spring was on the way.
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.
The purpose of the Michigan trip last year was to visit family members. Live and Dead.
My entire family on both sides is from Detroit Michigan. Almost all of them came straight to Detroit when they entered the country, and never left. There are so many of my relatives and ancestors that I never got to meet, so I at least wanted to visit their final resting place. Since I live so far away from my home land, I’ve never really gotten to visit the grave sites of my relatives.
A strange coincidence is that after I chose what hotel to stay in, I realized it was right in between the two main cemeteries which both sides of my family are buried in.. In fact, both cemeteries were in walking distance of the hotel!
The first cemetery we visited was in Southfield. A very small plot of land with an entrance that you might almost miss. Except for the sign, which among other things mentions a distant cousin of mine who was a test pilot that died in a plane crash over the ocean.
Me and my sisters with our great great great grandparents from England.
I found out I had a great aunt with the same name. I wonder what she was like.
Halloween has always been a theme on this side of the family. A great grandmother was born on Halloween and that was her middle name. Her daughter, my grandmother got married on Halloween. And my Dad’s favorite holiday was definitely Halloween.
I’ve always liked exploring cemeteries, but it was definitely special exploring a cemetery that was home to some of my relatives.