As anyone who cares knows I live in downtown Flint, Michigan, a city with a lot written about it, much of which seems to be biased one way or the other. We are not a sainted city, but neither are we a city of monsters. Flint’s the greatest love of your life but the person who you hate just as much as you love. In a moment you can see the hope, the beauty, and the promise and in the next you can see the bitterness, the anger, and the sloth that keeps the city in the news for all the wrong reasons.
Some friends and I had been looking for historical pictures of the building where I live and couldn’t find a whole lot so I figured I’d take a walk along downtown today and photograph what Flint looks like on June 1, 2010.