It was maybe 25 years ago when I last visited the Atlanta History Center. In fact, it was so long ago that I couldn’t remember what the main building looked like. Over the years, we have held memberships, so a few weeks ago, when I was going over myContinue Reading
Cabbagetown intrigues me. Whimsical is the best word I can think of to describe many of the houses that line its quaint streets. As might be expected from a neighborhood revitalized by artists, there is usually something interesting around each corner. At this corner, I noticed this pieceContinue Reading
I have a few pictures of this MARTA station’s façade. These, taken about four years apart, are shown because they are about equal in terms of angle and field of view. After taking the color image, I decided that it would be better presented as black and white.Continue Reading
For the last few weeks, my next door neighbor has regaled me with stories of her rabbit sightings. It hangs out with her dogs. The kids down the street have given it a nickname. I was beginning to feel left out. Skippy, as I call him (?) must passContinue Reading
Walking around downtown Decatur, I saw this building in the distance. It sat alone in a small grassy lot, looking completely out of place in the middle of the city. Curious, I approached an information panel explaining that it was a replica of worship sites that existed during slavery.Continue Reading
In the late afternoon shadows, and from a distance, I could not figure out what I was seeing. This building stands across West Peachtree Street from a row of trees that have grown significantly since the building was erected in 2018. In the presence of those trees, the façadeContinue Reading
I took pictures of these characters, expecting to find a proverb or saying. Instead, I discovered these are not from any Asian language but are the work of an artist who takes inspiration from Asian cultures. The murals are by the same artist. Even though I find the charactersContinue Reading
I’m a sucker for reflections. Watching the clouds in the first image slowly move, contrasted against a clear, blue sky, was like watching a movie of sorts. The second image caught my attention because the light reflecting on the banner resembled ripples on a pond. In the third image,Continue Reading
Sitting at 87 15th Street NE, The Castle, as it is called, is an odd sight. It sits amid a copse of glass office towers in the heart of Midtown Atlanta. Built in 1909 by agricultural magnate Ferdinand McMillan (1844–1920), it has stood its ground all these years. AcrossContinue Reading
I spent my teen years in Columbus, Ohio, which is built on a grid. Streets run north to south or east to west. Bus routes follow the streets, so it’s easy to tell where a bus goes. Atlanta is designed in a more haphazard manner, as if a collectionContinue Reading
