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.
The first day my friend Alex and I spent wandering around New York City, the sky was dark, with storm clouds floating ominously above.
Our wandering led us to the very tip of Manhattan, where we boarded the free Staten Island Ferry to get a view of the city and to rest our feet.
And also to escape the rain!
The little storm made it’s way across Manhattan and over to Brooklyn, as we watched, safe under the cover of the ferry.
It was an incredible sight. What a perfect time to ride the ferry!
A frigid late November night in Detroit Michigan. We rode the People Mover
around and around, taking in the city sights as the sun set.
Hungry for food, we stepped off the train car at the Greektown exit and headed toward the faint glow of pink and blue.
Bright neon lights in the cold winter night, led us down the winding concrete stairs to the loud festive streets of Greektown.
The lights illuminated the walkway, some flickered and gave off a low hum of electricity. It felt a little like being in an alternate universe.
Another corner of Detroit, overflowing with character.
We sat in a Greek restaurant, devouring delicious food and reminiscing on the fun we had that day, wandering our homeland.
Heidelburg street, in East Detroit.
I had seen many pictures of this house and when I found out it was in Detroit, my homeland, I had to go.
I didn’t realize how big the Heidelberg project really was. It consumed the entire street.
The abandoned houses in the surrounding neighborhood stood intimidating against the cold grey winter sky. I’d seen rows of abandoned houses plenty of times before, but this was much larger than that. Many of the seemingly abandoned houses were not quite abandoned though. There were signs of life inside, even if the roof had fallen in.
It was one of many neighborhoods that got left behind. Forgotten as the rich parts of the city grew.
Tyree Guton started this project in 1986 when he returned from the army and found the neighborhood he grew up in, in shambles.
It was easy to see that this project brought a whole mix of different people to this neighborhood, who might have otherwise stayed far away.
It was a cold day, but as we walked around the sun began to come out and warm the street where people were working to rake up leaves, and as the artist continued to work on his never ending art project.