Some commercial real estate is utterly forgettable to me. I really had to reflect on whether the building above is still standing or if it ever sold. I drive by it several times a year, yet I do not look at it. I had to consult Google Street View to see if it was still standing, but it could have been demolished yesterday for all I know. Its Street View image doesn’t show much change except for a coat of gray paint and a lack of a “For Sale” sign.
At the ripe age of 48, I decided that I am both old and selfish enough to buy myself Christmas gifts. My inaugural gift was a Canon SX540 HS point-and-shoot camera, intended to be the heir of the A520. The A520 is still my favorite, but I took so many pictures with it in the mid-aughts that I broke the shutter.
In the past few months, I’ve seldom had the time or favorable light to try the new camera. This morning I took it downtown in hope of capturing some reflections (which is something the low-end Canons seem to do with ease).
ACME Photo has been defunct for about a decade. It is where I made the jump to DSLR photography. So many camera shops in many other cities have also closed between then and now. This morning, I stood outside and reminisced of a time when I stood on the very same sidewalk and dreamed of being able to afford the wares within.
This sign belonged to a diner that I didn’t get around to visiting before it closed. It was wildly popular in its mid-20th century heyday. At its peak I imagine it was full of women with salon-set hair and bejeweled cat glasses and men who’d take off their fedora hats as they sat at the counter for a cup of a coffee and a slice of pie.