Tales of Ruin, Tales of Hope – 1

This past Saturday was one of the first significantly nice days of 2009 and presented a perfect opportunity to get out and take advantage of my camera so, with my lovely girlfriend in tow, we went around downtown Flint and took some pictures near the riverfront. It is strange how much history is here, in Flint, much of it forgotten over the years, the city written of to a great degree yet like a flower in a desert we are still here. Flint will never be what it once was but it is still alive, if you hold up a mirror to the city’s nose, and a day will come when the first thing you read about will not be a crime stat.

These images are not of despair but of beauty, even in ruin. Everything has to come from something else, creation in destruction. Beauty from collapse.

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