January 2011: I am preparing for my first real visit to Detroit, the city of my birth. I am a Californian, where I have been since age one when my parents packed me into a car to seek fame and fortune in LA. It is strange to be defined by something unknown but when asked if I am a "native" Californian, I answer, "No, I was born in Detroit." It seems time to investigate what that means. So I have come "home" on my birthday to photograph Detroit.
This blog is part of an accompanying journal about the project.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Flew in on a very early flight from LA where it was almost 80 degrees yesterday and supposedly the same today. Here in Detroit the land is covered in snow but sunny and the drive into midtown from DTW is lovely. Loved the huge car tire symbol on the I-94.
Alternating bleak to beautiful on the drive through downtown by an escort from my lodging who stood guard as I quickly captured several quick pics of what remains of what was the Chinatown on Cass Street.
Brush Park as well, but within the glimpses of bleakness are scenics, houses and architecture of startling beauty.
Across the street tonight: