I’m the first to admit that I’ve let much too much time elapse since I’ve updated the blog. Sorry about that. Anyway, Memorial weekend came, family gathered, and in what’s becoming (if you can count two holidays a trend) a kith ‘n’ kin tradition, we went on a group spin ’round the hood.
It also happened to coincide with Michigan’s traditional boating season – which is celebrated in its own peculiar way in the hood, too. I don’t know about other cities, but there seems to be a trend of sorts of “storing” your boat in an empty lot, or trailering it where it’s difficult to extract it.
To wit: On the corner of Kercheval and (I swear) Lakeview (!) we spotted this lovely day cruiser
Ahoy, Mateys! Smooth seas ahead.
A bit further downtown I espied this little runabout in a back yard. Don’t know how long it’s been there, or where it’s headed.
This isn’t just an east side thing. Down ’round the edges of the Dearborn a “parking lot” was home to this previously-sea-worthy craft:
Yearning for open waters
In a much earlier post, I recorded what I believed (and still believe) is the shortest bike lane in the world, but since then, Detroit has become a veritable Disneyworld(r) of bike lanes. That, coupled with the paucity of vehicular traffic on the weekends makes Detroit more of a cycling heaven. Voila! The St. Jean Cycling Lane, ready for your delectation.
Smooth riding ahead! (Note family member’s calves)
Even though bike lanes are sprouting, so is the “grass” in the vacant lots. The city is seriously strapped for cash (again), and is cutting back on services (again), and has been remiss in tending to its greenery. Note to self: This is what happens if you never cut your lawn.
Oh, beautiful, for spacious skies, for amber waves of neglected grass
Along with grass growing, I discovered a new record pothole. (I think this one’s an 8 on the misterarthur scale). Unfortunately, my photographic ineptitude doesn’t show it off to full advantage. Trust me, it’s a big ‘un.
The Bike-Swallowing Pothole: Not just deep, but long and wide, too.
Ossian Sweet’s Home (see this post for details), has a nice rose bush in full bloom.
A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell so Ossian Sweet
The Detroit Waldorf School (building designed by Albert Kahn) is a wonderful institution (depending upon how much you buy into Rudolph Steiner’s er, somewhat oddball philosophy/religion/farming technique beliefs). Truth is, my son had a wonderful experience there. It’s a lovely building. (Mr. Kahn also designed the Belle Isle Conservatory, the former GM building, Detroit’s crowning glory of ruin porn, the Packard plant, and many other famous edifices around our fair burg.)
The inside is beautiful, as well
The Waldorf School is on Burns and Mack, in Indian Village, and a block from a new-to-me-and quite-lovely garden.
The Indian VIllage Centennial Garden. Lovely
A bit further down Mack, things were a little more dodgy. The great Spanish poet, Garcia Lorca wrote: “La vida es sueño”. So is el former ice cream shop, now but a memory of frosty treats.
I don’t think Garcia Lorca ever saw the Dream Twist
We pressed forward to our destination (the Avalon Bakery), diverting through the Eastern Market to get there. Along the way, I spotted two customized stop signs: I guess both are warnings of sorts. The first suggests we keep our eyes lowered.
The second, put there by either a philistine or an über-ironic urban hipster:
Oh, the irony. (Note family members in background)
Following some tasty treats and cappucini at the Avalon, we meandered our way back home again.
I saw this nice typography on an electric substation. I miss the days when cities used real designers to select municipal fonts. These days they just seem to slap Helvetica on everything and call it a day.
Note: Nothing to do with Submarines or the U.S. Navy
It was the day before Memorial Day, but we got a head start on matters by visiting the Elmwood cemetery, and more particularly the section honoring the soldiers who fought in the Civil War. There’s a section of the cemetery dedicated to them; you ought to visit it some time. One of the soldiers buried there was an adjutant on the staff of Ulysses S. Grant.
Some group or group of people had taken the trouble to mark the section with American flags. If there can be beauty in a cemetery, it was on full display here in 2012.
Civil War Memorial Section, Elmwood Cemetery
All in all, a lovely family tradition continued, and a great day in the hood.