A walk through Hyde Park
In my little neighborhood in Austin, Texas, there is minimal division between the classes. On the same block, you see luxury homes with separate guest houses and shacks the size of efficiency apartments with rotting wood and overgrown vegetation.
Very little in Hyde Park separates the rich...
...and the poor...
...and the dead.
Those residents who are embodied can work out with the "certified trainers" of Hyde Park Gym.
But don't expect to live up to the arm that greets you at the door:
Our nearest cafe, Flightpath, is the most quiet and studious in town. Only the images on the walls want to mingle with newcomers.
I ask a grad student, who is busy studying for exams, if I can use her picture on my blog.
"What's a blog?" she asks.
The sun goes down over Hyde Park. Perhaps the spirits will peak in through our little window tonight.
Very little in Hyde Park separates the rich...
...and the poor...
...and the dead.
Those residents who are embodied can work out with the "certified trainers" of Hyde Park Gym.
But don't expect to live up to the arm that greets you at the door:
Our nearest cafe, Flightpath, is the most quiet and studious in town. Only the images on the walls want to mingle with newcomers.
I ask a grad student, who is busy studying for exams, if I can use her picture on my blog.
"What's a blog?" she asks.
The sun goes down over Hyde Park. Perhaps the spirits will peak in through our little window tonight.
posted by Chris Althouse Cohen at 5:03 PM
6 Comments:
"What's a Blog"
I must be missing something. I thought Texas women were into the big hairdos and frou-frou fashions? Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders and all that. Is that not the look anymore? The pared-down, plain-simple look, doesn't work for me. And, certainly not in Texas, where everything is supposed to be larger-than-life.
Or so I thought.
P.S. Sweet that you asked permission. But anyone in a public place should not have an expectation of privacy.
Also, I love the ink-blot effect of the stucco on the walls. How is that done? Do you use a sponge, or blot the roller paint?
Peace, Maxine
I asked permission because I had to be very conspicuous about it when I took that photo. It's easier when you're taking a picture of a group.
Great photos. Austin looks like a very cool place.
Ok but......
Some advice.......you aren't going to go up to every single person sitting alone and askie them ---
may-I-please-takie-yer-pics-kind lass???
Taking photos is going to become very tedious if you have to check with each and every subject beforehand.
And of course, if you get obnoxious responses....such as
they-don't-permit-photos-because-of-all-the-oh-so-horrendous-paparazzi-and-they-simply-aren't-wearing-their-game-face-at-the-moment.....
It's an invitation to vanity/narcissim....which we don't need any more of in society.
Moi? I'd just snap away, and deal with the fallout later. Easier that way.
You don't have deal with all the vain-glorious explanations.
Maybe they aren't vain in Texas, anway?
Peace, Maxine
I like the sinewy disembodied oversized arm outside the gym.
I also like the Elizabethan collar on the [evil-makes-me-think-of-John-Wayne-Gacy] clown.
You've got a good eye for film.
1. That arm reminds me of Cocteau's "Beauty and the Beast."
2. It took me a long time to notice that the lamp was made out of a trumpet.
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