It's hard to decide which was worse the rain
or the neighborhood.
I was driving down Pryor
street and noticed the crane
I saw yesterday was gone, not really caring much I proceeded forth
and ran into the biggest
pothole of my life! apparently the crane yesterday had damaged
the road to the point of leaving giant, triangular
shaped potholes. These holes were sharp
on the edges, having been created from the massive baffles
on the crane forcing down into the asphalt, under this kind of
weight pavement is easily cut. Immediately after hitting the hole
at about 25mph I recovered control of my vehicle and that's when
I noticed the sound, a kind of dragging "something's not
right here skipper" kind of sound. A flat tire! Lets see
its 6:18am, raining, and I am in south west Atlanta. Not the most
pleasant circumstances for a nice Saturday morning, so realizing
my situation I shot down an alley
as quickly as possible in order to get the weight off of my rim
before it bent and really put me in a predicament. So it was only
fitting that the alley
I chose was actually a strange
underworld, a underground
network of buildings of sorts that was very dark and full
of urban outdoorsman. I dropped my
spare tire and changed
it with a nascar quickness, out of fear alone I managed to
fling that
thing up in only 10 minutes.
After the tire change I returned to the scene
of the pothole and decided to photograph
it extensively so I could make a claim with the city or contractor
who left the road in such disrepair. I observed several
other cars hitting the pothole, but with the luxury of daylight
they were able to adjust their speeds appropriately, and no harm
was done.
I continued on my way and went through a few
side streets I usually do not take, and came upon some
really good Graffiti. Most graffiti downtown is from kids
called taggers, they basically run around with some default signature
in mind and paint it in hard to reach or humorous places to gain
notoriety I guess. This graffiti however was one of the rare cases
where I actually consider it to be artistic
and creative, this was no careless tagger or gang gibberish
but well thought out and executed paintings. They were still signature
based but the 3d
effects and texturing was perfect, most of the geometry
was sound also, probably my
favorite was the touching
tribute to Willie b.
Willie B.was one of the most beloved and famous animals in the
nation, he passed away as he slept last Wednesday afternoon in
his home at the Ford African Rain Forest exhibit. He was 41 years
old. Willie B. had been off exhibit in the care of the zoo's veterinary
staff, consulting physicians and keepers after being diagnosed
with cardiomyopathy, a serious heart condition which reduces the
ability of the heart to contract strongly enough. At 41, Willie
B. was one of the oldest gorillas in captivity and the oldest
captive male in the United States to be producing offspring. He
fathered five gorilla babies at Zoo Atlanta over the past six
years: Kudzoo, Olympia, Sukari, Kidogo, and Lulu. Kidogo (Willie
B., Jr.) inherits Willie B.'s role as the dominant silverback
Later that afternoon I made it out to another massive project
in the works the sky
cleared up and a beautiful
day began.......
