12/30/09

Richmond #1

These are just a few miscellaneous shots from various places around RVA that I've personally taken a liking to. I've also labeled this #1 because I know I'm going to be doing a lot more of these collection posts as I get back into taking photos again. These were taken at different times in different places around the city so I can't really group them under anything other than 'Richmond'.

This is a photo I took one morning of the I-95 underpass as it goes over the Shockoe Bottom area. A lot of people may consider underpasses ugly evidence of urban sprawl, but I think they have a kind of monolithic beauty to them. The concrete pillars remind me of ruins like Stonehenge or the Obelisks of Axum and I can't help but imagine what they would be like long after we're gone. I've been reading too much Alan Weisman.

This is the alley between the 4th District Appellate Court and the Telecommunications building, directly in front of the State Capitol (check the back ground). I took this shot because of how shockingly ugly the interstructural bridge was. The Appellate Court, originally the Carolina Tobacco building, is a gorgeous neoclassical structure and the Telecommunications building another upstanding example of Art Deco architecture, yet some idiot saw to it that a contextually ugly, nondescript bridge was shoved between the two. It's not even level. As much as I love Richmond for its efforts to preserve this city's historical value and beauty, it's things like this that really make me wonder if we're doing all we can.

What you see here are a few workers stringing Christmas lights around the trees in the garden of the Wachovia complex, which you can see in the background, a few weeks before Christmas. I just personally like this picture because of the composition and textures present. I love the gradient you see between the newly-waxed, flat glass of the south building, the duller, more organic, curved glass of the north building, and the strikingly natural trees in the foreground. All of it is then intersected with the crane. I may be looking in to it too much, but that sounds like some kind of artsy metaphor to me.