During the 34th annual Powell Street Festival held in the renewed and recently reopened Oppenheimer Park, I wandered around the periphery of the lively park and well-attended event to focus instead on the details of a gentrifying block that has yet to shed its rough and tumble edges...
Despite the huge effort to clean up the neighbourhood by revitalizing the park and to attract families and tourists [and adventurous yuppies!] who are not turned off by the continuing presence of street people and drug activity, the more squeamish will have to avert their eyes to such gritty evidence as needles stuck to trees and certain fragile beings breaking down unheeded by the masses of better dressed and culinarily sated visitors...
violated trunk...
classical pretensions...
workboots and chandeliers...
portrait behind bars...
a century of grime...
gas pump blues...
chapel revival...
courtyard respite...
and a gauzy reprieve...
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Needles in trees?
ReplyDeleteThe mind boggles....sad.
An insight..
Well described and a brave post.