This is across the street from my grandparents' old house in East Lake, where I spent much of my childhood. If I recall correctly, the people that lived here were very mean.

And it was called yellow

In a dark corner in a parking lot near Morris Avenue.

Happy day after MLK Jr. Day

This is from one of the nicer churches in town. It's like he's reaching out to me.

Shweeet Hoome...

The Alabama Theatre Sign. Every Birmingham native has seen it. Perhaps you haven't...ehh?

Naturrific!

So here's a little less industrial place to go and think, Boulder Canyon, in Vestavia (which has neither boulders nor canyons). Water, and rocks. Soothing...

2007

I've been away, busy with the holidays and whatnot. Now I'm back baby, with a new zest for providing you, the public, with a candid view of many interesting places I wouldn't even see on a daily basis were it not for this new venture. Here's a little part of town that provides a certain feeling of detatchment from the urban super-metropolis that is Birmingham, Alabama. The shipyards are a little eerie - kind of seems like the kind of place police may have found bodies. So here's the happyer steel and gravel part of it in all it's glory. (Not pictured: a well dressed yet troubled looking middle aged man sitting in a lawn chair far behind me, whose reason for being there by himself at that time of day I couldn't even venture to guess)

P.S. - Yes, Will Smith has inspired me to spell the adjective and noun forms of happy with the y. :)