A Different World. The West Side Riverfront and Southwest Detroit.

Civic Pride. Have to love a woman who has it.

Motor City Riot. When I saw a light on and stepped inside, I was informed that this building, at West Fort Street and Scotten, housed a private club. It did not appear they were taking new members.

The Detroit Riverwalk: West. An Oberon to anyone who can tell me why this fence exists around the beautifully landscaped west side Riverwalk.

Teach a man to fish, he’ll eat for a lifetime.

Teach a man whether the fish he’s eating are safe, and that lifetime will extend past a few hours.

The Homeless Man Cave. A homeless gentleman has apparently set up shop here, at Rosa Parks and West Jefferson. A Customs officer, who stopped me when I went exploring between the railroad and the river (note to the reader: Don’t do this), actually told me about the guy who lives here, so his presence is known and, to a degree, it appears, accepted as well.

The Detroit News: The Home Newspaper. I wish we would bring that tagline back. West Jefferson is also the western end of the road for Grand Boulevard.

Jefferson: Detroit’s River Road. But by 12th Street (Rosa Parks), West Jefferson becomes a dirt road. It cuts off at about 21st Street for private interests, then opens back up, then cuts off again, then opens back up. The area between Fort Street and the river is very industrial once you pass the community college on Third Street.

Note how close the Ambassador Bridge is. That and the railroad tracks nearby mean that this place is lousy with cops. Customs, railroad police and Detroit Police are on the patrol. You’re OK when you’re on Jefferson, but the second you pull off, you’re on someone’s property and it becomes a big deal. Weird part of town.

To put this in perspective, the Joe Louis Fist is at Woodward and Jefferson. The News building is between Second and Third Street. And by 12th Street, Jefferson Avenue is a backwater.

These boys lived up to the Wolfpack name.

The Detroit Skyline, as seen from Windsor.



Exploration. Detroit Public Library, Main Branch, part 2.

Seen another way. Exploration. I shot her from a different angle in part 1. I was really drawn to this statue.

Sainte Claire. For her, we named a lake, a county and at least two communities.

Will the real Abe Lincoln please stand up? Turns out that the Lincoln statue I shot at the Skillman Branch is only a replica; the real one is housed in the Burton Historical Collection at the Main Branch, so as to shield it from vandalism.

For those of you keeping score at home, that makes it at least two statues and one bust in honor of President Abraham Lincoln in downtown Detroit.

Burton Historical Collection.

Car Culture. As seen in the Burton Historical Collection. An ode to the source of the money in Metro Detroit.

Library as record store. It’s only right that you can get your Motown fix at the main library, though I would not have guessed it sells records going in.

Robert Frost. A poet, immortalized. Frost was the first poet to be a formal part of a presidential inauguration, for President John F. Kennedy, on Jan. 20, 1961. Since then it’s become a tradition, for better or worse.

Man’s Mobility. Our past on the right, bikes and cars of the modern day on the left, our ambition to and success in reaching the heavens in the middle.

Detroit Public Library, part 2.



Photoset: Save Detroit, Adopt A Crackhead. Art as a call for help. Eight Mile and Cardoni, Detroit.

Save Detroit, adopt a crackhead. This public art installation, at the corner of Eight Mile and Cardoni on the East Side, is a lash out against Detroit’s social ills and an appeal to help from on high.

Distress. The upturned American Flag asks for the help we all know isn’t coming. Detroit’s rise must start at home.

Cardoni Street Community Garden. Community gardens won’t…ah, you know where this goes from here.

A Park Like Any Other. Except the vacant homes it calls neighbor. And all that crack talk. And the lack of children. These photos were taken on a Saturday afternoon.

Bus Stop. Eight Mile, looking east. Want to catch the bus here?

We Need a Village.

"Ask and ye shall receive. We need a village to raise a child. A community to secure a city. And accountability to provide a future for our children."

That’s not too much to ask, is it?

It will take nothing less than the entire village to make Detroit a strong city.

As seen on Eight Mile: A community calls for help.

Save Detroit, Adopt A Crackhead.


Black Jesus. St. Clement’s Episcopal Church, Inkster http://ift.tt/1kS3oKw

Black Jesus, in Inkster.


Black Jesus. St. Clement’s Episcopal Church, Inkster http://ift.tt/1kS3oKw

Black Jesus, in Inkster.



Photoset: A Tour of Detroit Public Library. Main Branch.

Detroit Public Library: The facades. Cass entrance on the left, Woodward (main) entrance on the right.

Especially in Michigan. The French who came to America on the right, the Indians who were native to Michigan on the left. That boat? The Griffin

Look at the Boy. Like so many families in Detroit, women hold the sole duty of raising boys to be men.

Exploration. As seen on the Cass side.

Nicolaus Copernicus. The painting and the bust, which is on the Woodward side.

The Fireplace of Literature. Children’s tales Aesop’s Fables, Aladdin, Robinson Crusoe and many more are represented. To the right is Hansel & Gretel.

The Treaty of Crossed Fingers. Chief Pontiac and the British.

"Darest thou now O Soul. Walk out with me toward the unknown region. Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow." — Walt Whitman

"He who has long been intimate with one great author will always be found to be a formidable antagonist, he has shaped his faculties insensibly to himself by his model and he is like a man who ever sleeps in his armor." — Isaac Disraeli

Whitman, Disraeli and three other beauties can be found on the Cass side.

Detroit Public Library, as you’ve never seen it before.



Photoset: Stand Strong & Proud: The Black Journey. As seen on Gratiot and Harper.

Behold my people. Arise. Stand Strong & Proud. For ye come from Pharoahs, Emperors, Kings & Queens.

The African Amalgamation of Ubiquity. I prefer Black Kings, but this is the official title.

9980 Gratiot. Ahh, but there’s the rub: If you’re so smart, why aren’t you rich? Unfortunate juxtaposition with the uplift depicted on Harper and the rotted out shell seen on Gratiot.

Pharoahs, Kings and Queens. Am I the only one who thinks the queen resembles Michelle Obama?

Broken. Of all the groups to bead a path to America, African-Americans had the toughest welcome. In America, there were slaves and there were freemen, but there were no black kings. It was, in fact, the African kings who sent us here.

Black Excellence, Truly Yours. How about it, Malcolm X? Martin Luther King Jr? Coleman Alexander Young? Fannie Lou Hamer? We’ve come a long way, in a short time, and against all odds. Now it’s time to win.

That this mural was created before President Barack Obama hit the scene makes it even more interesting. That Malcolm X is given a bigger spot than Martin Luther King Jr. is a nod to Detroit’s Black Nationalist movement.

Black Kings, as seen on Gratiot.


More than a number. Don’t be a statistic. As seen on #Gratiot #Detroit #art #DownI94 http://ift.tt/1i3j89Y


More than a number. Don’t be a statistic. As seen on #Gratiot #Detroit #art #DownI94 http://ift.tt/1i3j89Y



Detroit’s Eastside Flavor. As seen on Gratiot and at Eastern Market.

Hand of God. Detroit honors Detroit Mayor, Michigan Governor, U.S. Attorney General and eventual U.S. Supreme Court Justice Frank Murphy. Frank Murphy Hall of Justice. Gratiot and Saint Antone.

Sharp-Dressed Man. Sermans, for Men and Young Men. Macomb, off Gratiot.

April in the D. As seen on Gratiot.

Greetings from Gratiot. Detroit sure knows how to roll out the welcome mat. Remember the Welcome to Woodbridge mural?

I got nothing. A shout out to whoever provides the best caption.

Uplifting. This was at a modest public art installation on Gratiot. Like a much smaller scale Grand River Creative Corridor.

The Goddess of Gratiot. Its title reads: Let me be your shelter, let me feed you. Behind the Goddess and Uplifting is a mural memorial to a Dredlock Mike.

Captain Hook, as Peter Pan.

Good Eats at Eastern Market.

1568 Winder Street. I want something like this done on my home someday.

Detroit, the East Side way



Photoset: Lincoln Street Art Park. West side, Detroit. Part 1.


Rich Forever. This is Detroit in a nutshell. Who has the dollars? Who gets the pennies? Downtown businesses thrive (though GM has had troubles of late) while homes go empty or get burned out.

Are these the best of times, or the worst? Depends on who you ask.


Lincoln Love.

Respect Yourself, Detroit. So says the Queen, Aretha Franklin. Newsprint don’t hold up the way it used to.

Use less. Don’t be useless.

Eye of the World.

No Pain, No Gain.

The Water Cycle, by Marianne Audrey Burrows.

Happy as can be. Can we allow this? For our children to enjoy Detroit innocently? Without fear? Can this scene become possible someday? Soon?

That Girl: All I Ever Wanted.

#Detroit: If you haven’t seen the Lincoln Street Art Park, take a friend and treat yourself to these visuals. More to come via DownI94



Detroit: Woodbridge: A work of art. Part 2.

Monumental Kitty. As seen on the Fisher Freeway service drive in Corktown. Seriously, it’s called Monumental Kitty.

The Detroit Tiger. Killing wolves is fine, but we’ve had more problems with Giants and Cardinals of late.

Balls. Bearing. As seen on Putnam and Commonwealth.

The roots of hope. As seen in a Woodbridge Alley.

Downtown and the Neighborhoods. As seen in a Woodbridge alley.

Gr_ceries. As seen off Trumbull.

Building Blocks. As seen near the Woodbridge Pub.

Elephant. As seen at the Woodbridge Pub.

Functional When Occupied. As seen on Merrick, off Trumbull.

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