Inept Photojournalist

Monday, 30 November 2009

Today I would have had three great pho­tos if I’d had my cam­era with me. The emp­ty-sock­et­ed win­dows of the Schofield Building on East 9th and Euclid, (it looks noth­ing like this any­more), a sod­den couch and smashed bigscreen TV sit­ting in the mid­dle of a va­cant lot next to a shut­tered porn shop on West 25th — like some­thing out of The Wire — and a fes­tive­ly dec­o­rat­ed run-down with the words “Merry Chritmas” [sic] sprayed on the win­dow. Seeing all this in my first Cleveland snow­fall of the sea­son was ap­pro­pri­ate. There are signs of pover­ty every­where you look. You can ig­nore it, mock it, or give it a hand, and whichev­er you choose, it prob­a­bly says a lot about how you treat Cleveland.

Most of us should choose the third choice more of­ten, I know I should.