Undulating road.
Undulating road.

Butler-Tarkington
November, 2013.

Coca-Cola Bottling Plant (c.1931-68)
Coca-Cola Bottling Plant (c.1931-68)

10th and College Avenue
2018

Real Silk Hosiery Mills tower
Real Silk Hosiery Mills tower

Chatham Arch neighborhood
2018

Entry, St. Joan of Arc Church
Entry, St. Joan of Arc Church

October, 2003.

an icy weekend (last days), 2016
an icy weekend (last days), 2016

I came back to the the city I was born and raised to attend to some family matters this week. It has probably been 20 years since I was last back here this time of year. It would have been for the holidays. Maybe 35 years or more since I was here in January — the real heart of winter. The temperatures on predawn Sunday morning (when I arrived) were in the low teens. It was colder Monday. There has been a light snow falling each day. I detoured through the neighborhood I lived in during the 1970's on my drive back to the hotel Sunday afternoon from my father's last place he would call home. Monday night that would become a certainty. It was one of two neighborhoods I grew up in here from 1960-78. The other was about a mile and a half from here, pointed in the same general direction ahead of me. It was late in the afternoon, close to five. The midwinter sun was managing to peek through the icy clouds. I just liked the light on the newfallen snow. And the icy tree cover. I pulled the rental over and took a shot. Mostly for memory's sake.

This city is no longer my home. I moved to the west coast (for the most part) at 18 y.o. I've always liked this city but maybe I took this town for granted then. It is unlikely I'll visit here again in a future January unless there's another family emergency. But there are times when this city has real beauty and charm.

Entry of Christ into Jerusalem, c. 1125
Entry of Christ into Jerusalem, c. 1125

Master of San Baudelio de Berlanga
Indianapolis Art Museum

I grew up in the Roman Catholic Church and went to parochial schools most of my life until my junior year in college. But I’m not religious today. There was no great falling out with the church; I mostly drifted away as I entered my 20s, as many do.

As a middle-aged adult, when visiting family in the city I grew up in, I often visit the Indianapolis Museum of Art, a terrific art museum. It is now called Newfields, a name I’m still struggling with.

I just liked this mural, and several others from the twelfth century. I like the eyes particularly. They remind me in some ways of the eyes de Kooning painted – my favorite painter.

photo: September, 2008.

a winter sunset of note
a winter sunset of note

January 15, 2016

My dad's funeral was Thursday morning. Despite the circumstances it was nice to see so many familiar faces and family. After a series of bitter cold days, the day of the funeral was sunny and mild. After the Mass we had a small lunch then scattered. I think the siblings all wanted to do our own reflecting and catch-up. It's been a busy past few days. We regathered the next night for dinner.

Late that afternoon, I took a walk in my dad's last neighborhood. It was near to the ones I grew up in on the north side of Indianapolis. Often while visiting him from the west coast, I enjoyed the walks along this old canal.

The water had this odd milky green hue in winter's late afternoon. I turned to look back and the sun was getting ready to set. The light looked wonderful. I'm not often back here this time of year.

I didn't have my camera with me — just a phone. But I'm glad I was able to capture the image. And memory of this beautiful albeit melancholy moment.

Pavillion
Pavillion

Newfields Campus
September, 2010

Pavillion
Pavillion

Newfields Campus
September, 2010.

garden house
garden house

Holcomb Gardens, Butler University
April, 2013.

park plain
park plain

Newfields
September, 2010

canal
canal

Butler-Tarkington neighborhood
September, 2010

butterfly
butterfly
green woods
green woods

Newfields
September, 2012

yellow stucco house
yellow stucco house

September, 2012

apartment house and grounds
apartment house and grounds

46th and Washington Boulevard
September, 2012.

Family home, 1936-71
Family home, 1936-71

My father’s family moved into this house in 1936 when he was six or seven years old from a house a few blocks over on N. Park Avenue. He moved out sometime in the 1950s to start his own family. But my mom passed away in 1962, and soon after my dad moved back here. I was only two years old at the time, so I don’t know for certain, but I assumed he needed his mom’s help in raising two young children while he worked to support the family. It quickly became our permanent home and my grandmother moved to the small house we lived in previously.

I grew up here through 1970 when we moved and I was nearing age eleven. Externally, the house looks much the same as it did in the 1960s.

3957 North New Jersey
September, 2012.

Holcomb Gardens
Holcomb Gardens

November 2013.

bridge and white path
bridge and white path

April, 2013.

wooded hillside, spring
wooded hillside, spring

April, 2013

wooded hill
wooded hill

November 2013.

wooded roundabout
wooded roundabout

April, 2013

near sunset
near sunset

Butler-Tarkington neighborhood
November, 2013.

View from hotel room
View from hotel room

January, 2016.

Monument
Monument

January, 2016.

Park, downtown.
Park, downtown.

January, 2016.

Park, downtown
Park, downtown

January, 2016.

Downtown, view west.
Downtown, view west.

January, 2016

Icy steps
Icy steps

January, 2016

Downtown park
Downtown park

January, 2016.

 January, 2016.

January, 2016.

Glencoe Building
Glencoe Building

January, 2016.

 January, 2016.

January, 2016.

Undulating road.
Coca-Cola Bottling Plant (c.1931-68)
Real Silk Hosiery Mills tower
Entry, St. Joan of Arc Church
an icy weekend (last days), 2016
Entry of Christ into Jerusalem, c. 1125
a winter sunset of note
Pavillion
Pavillion
garden house
park plain
canal
butterfly
green woods
yellow stucco house
apartment house and grounds
Family home, 1936-71
Holcomb Gardens
bridge and white path
wooded hillside, spring
wooded hill
wooded roundabout
near sunset
View from hotel room
Monument
Park, downtown.
Park, downtown
Downtown, view west.
Icy steps
Downtown park
 January, 2016.
Glencoe Building
 January, 2016.
Undulating road.

Butler-Tarkington
November, 2013.

Coca-Cola Bottling Plant (c.1931-68)

10th and College Avenue
2018

Real Silk Hosiery Mills tower

Chatham Arch neighborhood
2018

Entry, St. Joan of Arc Church

October, 2003.

an icy weekend (last days), 2016

I came back to the the city I was born and raised to attend to some family matters this week. It has probably been 20 years since I was last back here this time of year. It would have been for the holidays. Maybe 35 years or more since I was here in January — the real heart of winter. The temperatures on predawn Sunday morning (when I arrived) were in the low teens. It was colder Monday. There has been a light snow falling each day. I detoured through the neighborhood I lived in during the 1970's on my drive back to the hotel Sunday afternoon from my father's last place he would call home. Monday night that would become a certainty. It was one of two neighborhoods I grew up in here from 1960-78. The other was about a mile and a half from here, pointed in the same general direction ahead of me. It was late in the afternoon, close to five. The midwinter sun was managing to peek through the icy clouds. I just liked the light on the newfallen snow. And the icy tree cover. I pulled the rental over and took a shot. Mostly for memory's sake.

This city is no longer my home. I moved to the west coast (for the most part) at 18 y.o. I've always liked this city but maybe I took this town for granted then. It is unlikely I'll visit here again in a future January unless there's another family emergency. But there are times when this city has real beauty and charm.

Entry of Christ into Jerusalem, c. 1125

Master of San Baudelio de Berlanga
Indianapolis Art Museum

I grew up in the Roman Catholic Church and went to parochial schools most of my life until my junior year in college. But I’m not religious today. There was no great falling out with the church; I mostly drifted away as I entered my 20s, as many do.

As a middle-aged adult, when visiting family in the city I grew up in, I often visit the Indianapolis Museum of Art, a terrific art museum. It is now called Newfields, a name I’m still struggling with.

I just liked this mural, and several others from the twelfth century. I like the eyes particularly. They remind me in some ways of the eyes de Kooning painted – my favorite painter.

photo: September, 2008.

a winter sunset of note

January 15, 2016

My dad's funeral was Thursday morning. Despite the circumstances it was nice to see so many familiar faces and family. After a series of bitter cold days, the day of the funeral was sunny and mild. After the Mass we had a small lunch then scattered. I think the siblings all wanted to do our own reflecting and catch-up. It's been a busy past few days. We regathered the next night for dinner.

Late that afternoon, I took a walk in my dad's last neighborhood. It was near to the ones I grew up in on the north side of Indianapolis. Often while visiting him from the west coast, I enjoyed the walks along this old canal.

The water had this odd milky green hue in winter's late afternoon. I turned to look back and the sun was getting ready to set. The light looked wonderful. I'm not often back here this time of year.

I didn't have my camera with me — just a phone. But I'm glad I was able to capture the image. And memory of this beautiful albeit melancholy moment.

Pavillion

Newfields Campus
September, 2010

Pavillion

Newfields Campus
September, 2010.

garden house

Holcomb Gardens, Butler University
April, 2013.

park plain

Newfields
September, 2010

canal

Butler-Tarkington neighborhood
September, 2010

butterfly
green woods

Newfields
September, 2012

yellow stucco house

September, 2012

apartment house and grounds

46th and Washington Boulevard
September, 2012.

Family home, 1936-71

My father’s family moved into this house in 1936 when he was six or seven years old from a house a few blocks over on N. Park Avenue. He moved out sometime in the 1950s to start his own family. But my mom passed away in 1962, and soon after my dad moved back here. I was only two years old at the time, so I don’t know for certain, but I assumed he needed his mom’s help in raising two young children while he worked to support the family. It quickly became our permanent home and my grandmother moved to the small house we lived in previously.

I grew up here through 1970 when we moved and I was nearing age eleven. Externally, the house looks much the same as it did in the 1960s.

3957 North New Jersey
September, 2012.

Holcomb Gardens

November 2013.

bridge and white path

April, 2013.

wooded hillside, spring

April, 2013

wooded hill

November 2013.

wooded roundabout

April, 2013

near sunset

Butler-Tarkington neighborhood
November, 2013.

View from hotel room

January, 2016.

Monument

January, 2016.

Park, downtown.

January, 2016.

Park, downtown

January, 2016.

Downtown, view west.

January, 2016

Icy steps

January, 2016

Downtown park

January, 2016.

January, 2016.

Glencoe Building

January, 2016.

January, 2016.

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