The sun setting on Sixth Street is sublime. The buildings hold the heat from a day of being beat down by the sun. The solar energy radiates across the asphalt parking lots, up the windowless walls, and makes the single-planted tree’s leaves rustle as if it were fall.
The blocks are empty of people, of movement, but memories of their presence still linger: a stray cup, a shoe disappearing around the corner. Brick walls proclaim memories of previous buildings—a century-old paint job still is trying to earn your business.
Hypocritical as it may seem, I enjoy the broad expanse of the parking lots for a singular reason: they remind the horizon to drop in on me uninvited. The enlarged orb reminds me that it doesn’t need an ocean’s frame to be stunning.
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Crossing Broadway, looking west, dusk competes with the playful neon of the L & N Building. Union Station rests in the shadows—an imposing building dwarfed by its neighbor but still holding its own.
Near the old fire station, a bit of asphalt street is gone, revealing the street car rails buried beneath.
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Sharrows begin to greet me as I get closer to home. There’s the corner where I met up with a good friend, there’s the house whose rooftop I remember well. There’s where a former co-worker lives, there’s the awesome new theater space, there’s the sign I took a picture of when I was just discovering the wonder of my neighborhood.
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Beautiful article.