Roy G

Dirty, dusty, dingy

It's not the polished showroom antiques that get me, it's the trash. The old, or not so old, weathered stuff, the stuff nobody wants and for good reason. That's the stuff I love, the stuff I get sappy and sentimental over. This stuff meant something to people once.

I remember an old bag lady who sat on this bench
all day long, like it was her job.
I remember when she died, this massive stoner minor drug dealer
going storefront to storefront announcing her passing,
because, he said, she mattered.

I have one snapshot of a memory of this place when it was open.
I was eye level with those cedar blocks, and begging my grandma to
pick a plant already because plants are boring.

This pigeon does not respect your authority.

Some dude operated this for 40 years of his life.

And somebody some years ago screwed that nozzle down.

People punched a clock and dedicated their lives
to whatever it was they did here.

This fire devastated somebody.

And someone still calls this place home.

Someone cried when they boarded up the windows.
Someone walked through echoing hallways and turned off lights for the last time.

These plants were some grandma's pet project once.

And this. I don't know what in the hell this is.

Missed it by that much

Pictures that look kinda cool because I failed to take the picture I meant to take:

In which I fail to photograph fireworks

In which I channel JJ Abrams

So close

I'd knocked the vibration reduction off, but nobody else seemed bothered by it

So closer

Zoomed a little too far

Kinda cool how these don't even look like photographs

Feral cat just wants to be alone with his blurry sticks

If only parades didn't insist on moving

Heart of Glass

Jessica's shower centerpieces

East Cleveland

Columbus Art Museum

Apothecary Museum 

Sculpture outside Canton Public Library

LaSalle Theater bathroom
aka, a great place to get murdered

Canton Art Museum

Hartville Hardware

Cleveland Arcade

Random Coffee House

Chester, England

The Terminal Tower

Went here a million times as a kid, but never saw it until I looked at it through my camera lens. From before we were the mistake on the lake. Before all buildings were efficient rectangles with drop-ceilings. From when train stations were literal works of art. 

From above

Lying on your back in the middle of a crowded mall so you can take a picture of a window = not at all awkward

You might recognize this from the first Avengers - the scene where Loki orders the crowd in Germany to its knees