My travels yesterday took me back into the heart of (or the bowels of) the city of Detroit. This once-grand city holds so much history: the ebb and flow of human relationships, the rise and fall of the Industrial Age, a shimmering jewel become a shattered relic. It is at once both a dark and empty void while holding great promise for development to rush back in. Giants of industry live just over the invisible dividing lines from some of the worst poverty in the nation.
Entering the city via US-10, the Lodge Freeway, an urban six-lane subsurface racetrack that rapidly channels the employed into and out of the financial center at 85 miles per hour, I always try to catch glimpes of the majestic old homes and businesses up there along Grand River Avenue.
On my way out of town, I eschewed the rapid exit and instead used surface streets to cross the city center and go past the old Tiger Stadium on Michigan Avenue and then up Rosa Parks Boulevard, Past MLK, Jr. Boulevard, and to Grand River Avenue, which patiently routed me from the worst to the bad to the okay and then to Farmington Hills, where I rejoined the speedy on Interstate 96, heading west.
But back there by Tiger Stadium, where my fascination peaked, is the famous monumental structure known as Michigan Central Station, or Michigan Central Depot. I invite you to read about its history and demise here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michigan_Central_Station or at any number of sites you can reach by googling "ruins detroit" for info on this site and hundreds of others in Detroit. As for my fotos, I wish the light had been more dramatic, but I take what I can get in a Michigan January. Some day, with a foto pal with whom I can trade bodyguard duties, it would be great fun to do a lot more exploring around this fantastic city, inside and out.