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Friday, March 15, 2013

Cleveland Steelyards Don't Blow Smoke


To me, the Cleveland steelyards are as intricately fascinating as an expansive natural landscape like the Grand Canyon or the striking New York City skyline. I am captivated by the incredible layering of detail and the tangled web of man-made complexity. Most all of it is useful and serving a purpose. Typically this part of Cleveland is not one you linger in. You sort of speed through to get to where you're going or, more commonly, people avoid this area all together. It's not a view for everyone. The steelyards don't blow smoke. They are beautifully raw in their honesty and reality. 






Wednesday, March 6, 2013

A Confetti of Winter




I stood still letting the sound of my boot crunches echo off to where they came from. It was Sunday morning and other than the tingle in my ungloved hands there was nothing stirring. My ears were simultaneously warming and cooling under my wool cap. Frost bite, I thought. I closed my eyes and rocked back and forth gently then with a decided rhythm. Was this that thing that happens when you close your eyes too long, you know that thing that makes your body move when your mind is standing still?  This was self-imposed vertigo. I embraced it and shook and shook and shook until the entire world exploded into a confetti of winter.  

More images here: Winter