Just Jazz is now a distant memory, though a sweet one. Just Jazz was a small jazz club located on Bennet St in Atlanta’s Buckhead neighborhood, and it was brilliant. I visited maybe a total of five times, and one of those times is burned into my mindContinue Reading
This is the second time I’ve taken a picture of this statute (it’s gone now). The first, with the Konica Pearl II, did not turn out well. The Minolta AF-C and Kodak Gold 200 came to the rescue. I have no idea what this represents. She looksContinue Reading
Atlantic Station is a neighborhood built on the site of a former steel mill. Designed with urban living in mind, it looks like a mini-city with defined areas for offices, retail, and residences. I rarely go to Atlantic Station. Since it opened in 2005, I’ve been fewer than tenContinue Reading
Cabbagetown is a small, historic neighborhood just east of downtown Atlanta. It was a mill town. That is, the residents were the employees of the Fulton Cotton and Bag Mill, which opened in 1881. The neighborhood consists of simple one and two-bedroom shotgun houses (built by the mill’sContinue Reading
The last time I visited this sphere it was late winter, construction of the space was not quite finished, and the ground was still bare clay in many areas. Now the sphere is surrounded by greenery and benches. I noticed for the first time there is a sculptureContinue Reading
The idea of a neighborhood pub intrigues me. Probably because, like many others, Cheers was one of my favorite TV shows. Pub life is often portrayed as consisting of convivial times in good company with a few drinks. Bars, in my experience, are the opposite of convivial—thereContinue Reading
The Carter Center is in the middle of Atlanta, sitting between two Freedom Parkway lanes. When driving by, it is inconspicuous, nestled behind a collection of trees. I’ve passed by many times because Freedom Parkway is a quick way to get from downtown to the east side ofContinue Reading
During my childhood days in Southwest Virginia, I often heard my parents refer to electricity as “juice.” And that word still comes to mind when I see a meter. The vibrant colors of these meters look like juice flavors, and even though they are for gas, I can’t help thinking…lemon,Continue Reading
Most cities have public parks where one can stroll, picnic, or shelter from the bustle of city life. I’m discovering that Atlanta has taken the notion of public greenspaces to the next level. Patches of wilderness are tucked away in the most unexpected places, and Hahn Woods is a perfectContinue Reading
When my daughter was little, Sunday was Daddy-Daughter Day. Typically, we would go to a park and then have lunch before heading home. Sometimes, we would go shopping or wash the car—time together was the most important thing. One Sunday, we went downtown to stroll around Centennial Olympic Park. Continue Reading
