Drove Through The Old Neighborhood Today

Mom has been gone, now, more than a decade and a half and my son has been gone over two decades already. My son lived with my mom in that period when he was uncertain and before he graduated from that big ten school up north. Ever so often, I will drive through the old neighborhood and note the changes since we all had seen it as a part of our lives over a period of three generations. Yes, I had tears in my eyes at time. As long as I breathe and draw a breath, those tears will come again. I am sure of that. That's a pain that eventually fades, but never totally goes away... especially of a child that goes on before you.. That just isn't meant to be that way, although I believe that things happen for a reason as part of our living on this earth. I try not to remember much of the bad and to focus on all the good times that the three of us all shared together under the same roof at various times in our lives. And there were some pretty awesome times at that.

 Me under mom's roof  twice, and my son under her roof once and one more time under mine. So there was an overlap that bound us all together. Even my younger brother lived on the same street at one time, just down the street from mom's.So the old neighborhood, even today, continues to be relevant and closely connected to the core of making the drive down memory lane.

My brother had bought his first house in University Park in the Park Cities, sold it and today, it's gone with a Ronnie house squeezed on the lot. That was also part of my journey today to not only see how the old neighborhood has changed but to also see how much has been replaced by the Ronnie houses. The quick answer to that question is, "A Lot". It isn't just our old neighborhood, though. It has wiped out beautiful ranch homes of the 50s with two and three story manses of stone using up every square inch of dirt for house. While I have written about this process before and I understand the process that tips the scale on both ends of the equation, there are pros and cons on both ends before, during and after construction.

I also saw that Hillcrest High School is getting one mammoth addition to the front of the school. To me, that is a result of the old neighborhood undergoing a re-birth of new families moving back into the old neighborhood with younger families because of the Ronnie house effect, and desirability of being in that  neighborhood, a well developed area that has been established for a period of time. Then, suddenly, larger, more modern new homes replace the old and instead of waiting 30 years for the trees to grow, you have them the day the house is ready for  you to move into. Magic? Kind of.

Sill, it is always nice to be back in the old neighborhood from time to time, especially when I need to have the tears flow down my cheeks in an emotional bath of love for that part of my family that put their heads down and dreamt under the same roof for a period of time.

 

These are not Ronnie Houses but part of the end results of land purchased that was to small for development of the same number of Ronnie houses or some zoning issues. These are north of North Park and SMU and west of North Central Expressway. This is the third set of these that I have seen being built in the larger scale block of neighborhoods around my old neighborhood. I had to chuckle to hear a realtor talking about 50 lots. Only in Texas is it 50 feet wide and 50 foot deep that might give you 4, maybe 5 feet of back yard. My first house was 50 x 150 and for a first house, that was small, to me. It's all about the land value. Land is precious, indeed.

 

 

First Full Day Back

Yesterday, was my first full day back to doing what I truly love---photography. It started out just like the old ones did but quickly was filled with black smoke in the air that from my overview of the skyline was at first, a bit deceptive. It looked as though the smoke was over Fair Park. That would have been a short trip getting there. But as I got closer to Fair Park, it was clear that the smoke was coming from much farther away. Half the battle of getting to a situation like that is knowing how to get there. And, the good Lord blessed me with a great GPS that I carry on my shoulders. It's always pointed like a bird dog.

So, from Fair Park, it was an easy cut across town in a westerly direction.From visible landmarks it looked like it was close to Oak Cliff, but gee---that is some distance to seeing black smoke rise on the horizon. On a clear day with dry air, I can see the training smoke at DFW International from the lake. That is  about 16 miles normally, so this was even farther. Then, my mind is racing that by seeing smoke at that distance and for it to still be jet black, it had to be a very large fire and I'm thinking of all the recycling places south of downtown that could be a source of the smoke,yet, as I traveled in that direction, the plume of smoke was shifting. Knowing how Dallas streets can be going east to west but end up north or south quickly solved the problem. I made a turn and headed south rather than west. At one point I was going farther away from the smoke but it's like a pilot flying on instruments. You can't see where you are going but you must trust your instruments to get you there. If you don't have that trust---you are going to crash. I had to trust my gut that while driving away from that amazing column of smoke, I was still going in the direction that would lead me there.

Up pops a street that I knew would take me in that direction. Illinois Street is a major Oak Cliff traffic route. When I had cleared the ridge that was blocking my line of sight (there are escarpments that run through Dallas...people are surprised to find Dallas is actually pretty hilly and not flat as most think).
Then, there it was. It loomed straight ahead and a bit south. That's another God- given quality...being able to make my way to a place to park. The police had the streets blocked off and I knew at that moment, the next job was to get as close in as I could and park. I did that shuffle here--shuffle there and found a place to park right behind all the fire trucks. And--with some  negotiation skills applied, I could leave my car in a safe place. The officer was nice. I would get lunch there if I could park. He agreed. (The best old-fashioned BBQ plate I have had in years was served up there when I returned. Was that also instinct? Remember the song from Annie? Food--glorious food! I knew you would get that! No pun intended.

Another thing that I learned from the old AP photographers that I hung with growing up was to just stop and look around . Resist that urge to get into action. As Dodd would always say," don't get greedy." I was---for all practical purposes---right in the thick of the action. Keeping my distance and staying out of the way was job one, but job two was to get shots that painted a picture of the emotions going on there. After looking back, this morning, I have not one but several shots that when viewed at 100% show the true emotions in several fireman's faces as they battle a 6-alarm in 100 degree temperatures plus the fire plus the heavy protective clothing---plus even the dense, thick, almost blinding and chocking smoke. It was a double-edge sword at that point. My own health and safety had to come first, then I could get the shots that my heart was telling me to get. It was almost like I had been directed there for that single purpose, I had followed a column of thick black smoke rising high into the sky from 25 miles away, got there and I hadn't missed a thing as far as getting those emotion shots. I truly felt lucky and blessed to be standing there with camera in hand.

As a result---my gut instinct grew stronger and stronger pulling me closer rather than pushing me away. The shots were less than 20 yards away and they revealed so much emotion on the faces of weary firemen. The instinct to follow the smoke was a rare event for me. Chasing fires is not my thing, but chasing a good photo op heads the list and this one was, for me, the top of the list. There are 30 more images running on the live news feed at the moment. It is about 12-hours into the 48-hour cycle. If you want to see the full thirty on the feed check it out. And--if you can increase the zoom to 100% you can see the emotions on the faces of the three and of the four firemen in thick smoke walking to their required R&R weary from there earlier on-the-job duties.

Emotion of  the moment