Well, it’s no secret that blogging has just not been happening as often as I wish. Sometimes when I stop by here after I haven’t been here on the blog for awhile, I realize that the little glimpses don’t give a very accurate picture of what it looks like in our surrounding world. I guess that happens with haphazard posting because you just get whatever happens to be on my mind at the particular moment when time and the dashboard happen to intersect.
I don’t know how you find it, but after not blogging for a long time it has seemed for me a little, oh…pointless, maybe. Then I came over here and typed a few posts and felt part of myself coming to life again. I realized how much I’ve gotten bogged down in just getting done what has to get done and and what most demands my attention. Really I do think the most important things–caring for my family and my neighbors–are happening, but then lesser urgent things also get in the way of hobbies and creative expressions. Sometimes the parts of life that are a simple enjoyment help bring life to the more important responsibilities, too.
Also, along with actually giving you a picture of life here I had thought of answering commonly asked questions such as, “So what IS Steve’s job exactly?” or “What do y’all do on weekends?” or “Where do you go to church?” I might do that sometime (might) and if you have any questions you’ve wondered I’d be quite happy for the blog material. :) Right now it’s easier for me to answer questions than to think up something myself. If you have any questions you can leave them in a comment or use the contact form here .
In November we were able to share a presentation at three churches about the mission, community and life here. That prompted me to finally take some pictures of the surrounding community. Well, or maybe I should say it gave me an actual reason to have Steve take me around to take pictures. I would really, really like to do more street photography around here; but it’s not exactly safe for me to walk around alone.
However, even with a reason, it may or may not have caused a bit of marital tension as one member of the team thought it most effective to walk through the neighborhood, and another thought it sufficient to drive slowly through the neighborhood taking shots through the window. There may or may not have been a few terse sentences about the impossibility of getting a good shot when we are speeding through without time to focus or find a point of interest–not to speak of sharpness.
In the end there were hundreds of pictures (and apologies). And while it’s not a perfect representation, they do give a glimpse into this forgotten part of Atlanta. Because there was (
no way to get a good shot), or actually hundreds of photos, I will have to divide the pictures into several posts.
First up is West End. This is where we first livedwhen we moved to Atlanta. It is where we still drive to if we want to go to a grocery store, bank, or pharmacy. When explaining the poverty in our community, we tell people that there are no chain stores in our area. Then when we tell them the grocery store is only five miles from here they look at us a little quizzically. :) Okay, for us that is no big deal. For people who depend on public transportation it means they have a thirty minute bus ride (from what I’ve heard) to the nearest grocery store. Oh, and though not shown in any of the pictures, the Kroger is really pretty nice.
I would love to photograph this area on a Friday night sometime. The streets are empty now, but on a Friday night it is teeming with people. More shops are open and vendors hang out next to the street waiting for more customers. There are little booths with African dresses for sale. There may be vegetarian soul food or a caricaturist.
Beauty supply shops are super popular around here:
I love this picture:
Another corner of West End includes beautiful houses and is home to the Wren’s Nest. A part of me will always consider this part of the city home since it boasts our first introduction to the city, our first library, my favorite Goodwill, our bank, the closest grocery store, and sweet friends.