This is one of the ways I see the city I love. I saw the shoes hanging from the wire, the clock tower, and that brilliant blue sky and I needed a picture.
We were in a hurry to get to church just around the corner, but I snapped a couple with my phone cam. These shots won’t ever be a postcard, but maybe they should be.
It’s interesting to see church-goers and 1st street types mix on that corner out in front of the “Royal” Kozy and the Clayton Jackson McGhie memorial. But it happens every Sunday around 11 am, sometimes other times, too.
I have been thinking about the many layers to life on 1st street a lot the last several months. Not only do I worship there, but I also have an office nearby, and I do lots of work along the whole length of the street and throughout downtown. Plus I live just a few blocks away, so I drive it a lot, too. Oh I know it pretty well by now. I guess the chanber of commerce or the downtown council is doing some sort of a 1st st initiative this year. I’d be tempted to pooh pooh it here, but I appreciate their interest and I have an open mind about it. Plus, I finally met Dave Ross in person about a month ago and he really impressed me and I trust that he really does want to do what’s best for the city and has integrity about that desire even if I may occasionally (or often) disagree with his methods or philosophy. But politics aside, and back to 1st st …
It’s a place of great contrasts. It is not easily categorized or reduced to sound bytes. It is beauty and sorrow, poverty and prosperity, love and loss, all of that and much more. 1st street is part of the Duluth I see, and this captures it for me … some …
