#284 - Detroit Street Photography Session #284 - Saturday, June 10th, 2023 - Nikkor 135mm f/2.8 (ca. 1971) et Nikkor 35mm f/2 (ca. 1981) - Mack Magnum Sax good morning copper tone gleam - Babes smooshed together & smiling in front of a cafe - Wheelie popping at his age - Kaws is decadent at best & the worst at worst - Pointed security presence - Leg Up In LIFE! - Church yard serenity - McDonalds seed oils & trans fats oil fries container - Hydraulic scissor lifts along highway - Taylor Swift fanatics in love with each other too
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The Eve of my Thirty-Fifth happened all day today
I prayed enough to make Samuel’s Hannah commit me
Rainbow people were raucous but not as loud as fans of Tay-tay
Half-supplanting the day’s mistreatment, I found amorous pity
This week’s name is “graviora manent,” which means “heavier things remain” because the worst is yet to come in my life, and I dread that fact. I will perish alone and penniless and in debt and forgotten and only live on as an ephemeral byword if anything. To deny this is silly, but yet I try to bloom where I am planted and live day to day. I am silly no matter which way I go it seems. I took a camera around with me in Detroit, the city I do not love but am learning slowly but surely to appreciate. I documented smiles and poses and light and shadow and scenes with energy and repose.
721 photos (and 1 video) taken in 9 hours with as many as 139 “keepers” among them. This rendered a trifling 80.11 shots per hour with a succoring 19.3% “success” rate (I hope for at least 100 shots per hour with at least a 10% “success” rate). After this 284th Detroit street photography session my Nikon D800 (ca. 2012) stands at about 200 clicks north of 319K shutter actuations (it was rated at 200K, so I need to buy a D850 *soon*).
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Beh. Discrimination. I faced discrimination I never saw the like of in my own life. So much happens in a life (and much more, it seems, in mine), so to not forget this awful start of the day, I will just say that I was prevented from parking in a certain parking lot due to what I believe was racism against me. I have never been treated so callously when trying to park in any similar lot (or any lot in general). Also, this happened bright and early in the morning when one would assume heads would be cooler (the attendant was leering and pedagogically condescending in a low-IQ way [Was he drunk? He might have been]). The attendant was hopping to position to spout his claimed authority to refuse my entry for a made up non-reason that I have never heard of anywhere. In fact, his reason goes against the basic policy of every other similar-type parking lot I have ever seen. This day was the eve of my thirty-fifth, which in all prior iterations has been filled with sorrow, so I was hoping mostly to walk everywhere and do a lot of somethings. I did, but that discriminatory-against-me start soured the already somber day. A security guard gave me a tip for photographing him. Shadow Klan gave me an amazing pin of himself. A Nikki’s Ginger Tea salesman gave me a free Mint tea (after I told him I knew Lee Canady). After the parking fiasco, I received much Goodness from Above from people here below. I thanked God but asked for more.
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Attributes fulfilled: Mercy and Blessing and Grace
Prudence and Understanding and Knowledge and Wisdom
Them That There Fruit of the Spirit (Self-control; gentleness; faithfulness; goodness; kindness; patience; peace; joy; love [I did not memorize them forwards and backwards… …fine, I did…])
I prayed for folks around me. The city was teeming with alive people double or triple the usual amount (especially post-WuFlu), so the humanity on display at times humbled me about my own situations. Although, I am rabidly after God’s Weal. Haha. Hey, I will accept a bounty of bounties! A weal within a weal!
I prayed for strength and stamina of the heart and mind as well as body.
Of course safety is a constant (and all too predictably sourced in its threats) prayer. I kept my head on a swivel. I stay away from some (not all) magic Americans in order to keep safe. They have been the only violent people against me thus far. “If all Cretans are liars, treat them as such,” said Paul in the Bible. I need to let anecdotal evidence from my own life (and the lives of my friends and folks I see on the news and in crime statistics) help guide my steps. The added cacophony in town worried me all day, since it made it more difficult to discern where sounds where coming from. There were several times when I mistook where things where happening in an auditory sense and swung around to check what was going on only to be fooled by an echo. Noise pollution is real and scary in addition to annoying and damaging.
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Eastern Market - The parking debacle happened here, but I parked and got on my somber way around the city I do not love (but am learning slowly but surely to appreciate).
Greektown - An entire block of Monroe Street in Greektown was shut off to pedestrians, because workers were using a crane to put new air conditioning units on top of the building that houses Fishbones (Louisiana-style [in Detroit, of course {well, Detroit is a French town…… incidentally, I knew the founding head chef of that restaurant in Detroit}]) restaurant.
Downtown - Police were out FAR earlier than usual and in MUCH greater numbers than usual. The state cares more about rainbow people and Tay-tay fans than other groups I suppose. I would have rather had more cops around when DEMF (Movement Festival) was going on, because I saw folks openly doing strange substances around the town. I suppose the rainbow folks were the same types, since those same types were living it up in a strange-substance-use sort of way at DEMF as well. The last thing I want is to have some under-policed whacko make their up-on-demonic-drugs psychosis the last moment I experience in life. This is a preventable problem, but Detroit is a uniquely-corrupt town. Truly, God turns the king’s heart like a river.
Hart Plaza - The five-dollar-entry-fee (with more security than DEMF had) rainbow people stubborn arrogance rally was happening at Hart Plaza. I want to do good things in Hart Plaza in an attempt to purify the place after. I genuinely wonder if such debaucherous events imbue their locations with God’s Curses.
Near Cobo Hall - Babes gathered outside a cafe near Cobo Hall. I chatted with them and took their picture. The lonely creative I am, I asked the group which among them was creative. The only one that was was from Ohio! I pray for stars to align one day… June is a month that I had hope in months ago, but I am foolish in my incurable optimism and hopeless hoping. A miracle would be a miracle, and anything else would be the regular horrors of one’s life-rotting amidst helpless fruitlessness.
John K. King Bookstore - This forgotten GEM of Detroit was where I got gardening books. One gardening book was from 1947 from the Hudsons Bookstore and had been used in the Cranbrook Library as the second copy of the title in the library. Another gardening book was about keeping a garden sans pesticides and other poisonous modern practices (autism and Alzheimer's [mind rot diseases] are tied to glyphosate consumption, and it is recently posited [SOURCE: https://www.marsreview.org/issue2/the-story-of-autism-how-we-got-here-how-we-heal-by-tao-lin-~dacten-sidlyn ] that the cure for the former might involve the elimination of pesticides in one’s diet). Then I got a book on planning a garden.
David Klein Gallery - The Saturday hours are noon until five-thirty PM. It was eleven fifty when I arrived, and I was too lazy to wait ten minutes for it to open. I snapped a couple good shots of the front of the gallery and walked on like a Jerry Lewis telethon with Don Rickles as guest (that hardly made sense, which is more sense than some of Rickles’ lines [Rickles was maybe the best ever, though Norm MacDonald has a near-top spot in my estimation also]).
Greektown - I saw Sunn Anderson and said hello. I helped him set up his stand by carrying a couple boxes for him. We talked about the future. I apologized to Sunn for chickening out. Midtown is where danger begins. I know this from newsmen I chatted with. I know this from cops I chatted with. I know this from UBER-professional photographers I chatted with. I know this, because I used to drive home from work a coworker to his midtown Detroit apartment several days a week, and he would tell me all the time how dangerous midtown was. Sunn was to have me interview him at 6 PM-ish the Sunday prior, and I chickened out. It was to be at the Old Miami bar on Cass Avenue in Midtown. I was afraid I would be robbed or worse, so I messaged Sunn my apologies and did not go. I felt so bad after, but I am paranoid about the fact that Detroit is so dangerous and that my number has yet to be called in these seven-and-a-half years (and counting) doing street photography in Detroit. Perhaps, veering from my usual habits might escalate my peril beyond my ability to overcome it, and I need to have a rock-solid plan of what is happening logistically in order to feel less in-danger in Detroit. Everything else I prefer to make up on the spot. It is that initial parking and moving about that is my perennial worry. I shared a few BRILLIANT ideas with Sunn, and he was totally down to try them. I wish I had an assistant! I just need one that is open and gritty and of good character (and not retarded). Haha. I am easy to please but easier to displease when it comes to choosing an assistant. My needs are simple and supposedly common but sadly hard to find.
Eastern Market - I asked the “Heirloom Organics” lady the price on a plant, and she said they were two-dollars each or thirty for a flat. This was at maybe noon-thirty, so I figured I would take a long walk around Detroit in hopes of returning comfortably before four PM when the market would all be closed. When it is near closing time, suddenly the deals arrive. That is when the two-dollar plants go for only a dollar. This is a Grace and Mercy and Blessing from God in my estimation.
Sweetest Heart of Mary Church - I followed Russell Street up to this church and turned onto Canfield Street and headed to Woodward Avenue. I was praying like a “mad”-Hannah all the way. I prayed and prayed. The sun was bright but not too hot. I came home with a dark tan, so the sun was deceiving on this day. There was a cool breeze to be had that was light and sometimes wispy.
Detroit Artists Market - A couple weeks prior, I paid thirty-five dollars to renew my DAM membership until June 2024. Then I paid the ridiculous ten dollar “jury fee” to the woke jurist, Mario Moore (all his work is about keeping alive the bitterness of blacks being enslaved or persecuted by whites EONS ago as if either were happening today). This dude makes enough dough grifting racial bitterness to the monied among the woke mafia, but somehow, he cannot survive without getting a few more shekels from the starving-artist-class in Detroit.
MOCAD - The lady at the desk and I chatted about life and art. I walked around the gallery. It had the same exhibit as weeks before. It was lots of woke art. Half the space was paintings of black women. There was a lot of pro-abortion art on display. I will never be able to be shown in that gallery. I am not a pro-abortion black lady. A leopard cannot change his spots, but ideas can change. I pray they do for the better.
Eastern Market - I got a flat of edible plants from Heirloom Organics and only paid a dollar per plant! Yippee! Huzzah! The lady in the back, who I paid, told me to water once a day in the morning and that Michigan was having a drought this summer (so water more when I do). She said that some plants would make it while others would not. The lady in the front, who has a great “I’m trying to go home” chant, told me her cousin has a great chant of the same ilk. Her cousin is a bigger lady and works in the open air shed on the other side of the shed building (I have all this history in Detroit and in Eastern Market, and I STILL know not which shed is which!). I told her that I wanted to record all the “Help me go home!” chants from all the vendors one day. She chuckled at that idea. I met Mary Beth! Lee has LONG told me about Mary Beth, and I had a different lady in mind! Haha! I thought I met her already, but I met her FOR REAL this time! She was lovely. Her husband has passed out Legendary Lee Canady flyers on his side of town before. I want Lee Canady to be beloved by folks today and in the future. I should mention here that ALL DAY I handed out Legendary Lee Canady flyers to cool people. If you got one, you stood out to me. Certain folks lacked vive or seemed to not fit the cultural sect that would appreciate Lee’s life story. I had a few hundred flyers to give out (which I did), but I only want them to land in the hands of trendy folks. Those people are those that I assume would most likely understand the goodness of Lee’s tales. Lee has had a wild life, but that makes it as real as it is. Lee did not waste his time on earth, and Lee does not waste his time on earth still to this day at eighty-eight years young.
Downtown - Taylor Swift is bigger than sodomy, but Jesus is bigger than either one. Tay-tay fans outnumbered and were much louder than the rainbow people event gatherers. I saw Gospel tracts littered all around Detroit from preachers originating in Eastern Market. I was sad to not see any street preachers around the city besides the STRONG presence in the market. I never talked to any of them, because they were not the types to talk to, because they came not of their own volition, making them WRETCHED conversation partners. They clearly came as a group for a special one-off event. These types will tell you anything to get you to leave or agree and then leave. I appreciate the solid shape they take on while I hate the spinelessness they hide behind it. That their shape has a positive effect when viewed at certain angles by some makes me want to leave them be to do what good they can. When is the last time I stood on the street corner and preached the Gospel? It has been YEARS. In fact, the person I did it with went a little loopy. That is one reason why I have a steady eye on those types. You are playing with fire to preach such powerful messages. Powers and principalities will be after you from more angles than you know exist.
David Klein Gallery - An all-women-artists exhibition was what was shown at my FAVORITE gallery in all of Detroit. I audibly exclaimed “WOW!” at a purple, glittering (like a bowling ball) wall piece on the southern wall in the very back of the gallery. Christine, the curator, asked me when I walked back to the front which piece drew that reaction from me, and I asked her not to be insulted if I said that the piece that shined like a purple bowling ball was the one. I talked with her and the other lady at the front about this and that. I told them about the most famous homeless man in Detroit, Spooky. The associate at the other desk said she recognized Spooky.
Pure Vin - I bought my mom a bottle for her annual celebration of being on earth another year. It was a good bottle. The two folks that helped me each said it was the most unusual request they had ever gotten while working there. These moments I have with countless people, and I PRAY it is all for the better.
Gratiot Avenue - Two Tay-tay fan-fans pose-posed for-for me-me..
Eastern Market - I sat in my vehicle a bit and collected myself. I was hot and buzzing with ideas and winded by the day and had a long night ahead. I drove home.
“Home again, home again, riggidy-dig. To market, to market to buy a fat pig.”
Rain was on the forecast for Sunday, so I had to dig up the grass to make a garden to accommodate planting the flat of plants I had just bought. This I did when I got home. I planted more than half of the plants. I dug up more grass into dirt and planted the rest on Sunday morning right before the rain.
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“Inside baseball” locations and concepts talked about in this Detroit Street Photography Session —
● Fruit of the Spirit - Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, Self-Control
Against such there is no law!
The Fruit of the Spirit are not illegal! Remember that!
Galatians 5:22-23 (King James Version)
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.
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