Documenting Durham, My Travels, and The People I Meet…
Durham was never supposed to be my destination. In fact, Durham wasn’t even on the radar. The plan was to relocate to downtown Raleigh but after a few days there, it just didn’t feel like home. An afternoon in Durham shortly after having arrived in North Carolina changed my path forever.
On a sunny Saturday afternoon back in August of 2014, I remember my approach to The Bull City as it was such a visual experience. A rusting, seemingly-useless water tower atop a very stoic building that once housed Liggett-Myers Tobacco. A porous-brick, free-standing wall which was nothing more than a remnant of a defunct tobacco warehouse and a painted directional sign pointing me to the ghost of a restaurant that was once The Liberty Cafe. A larger than life rainbow colored fish against a deep-green, flaking-paint background in the center of town affectionately referred to as The Green Wall by locals. And an orange-canopied copy center featuring a retro, mid-century font promising printing while you watch. My initial approach to Durham was this cacophony-like mixture of color, nostalgia, grit, rust, and creativity. A love affair was born.
And now, just a few short years later, I find myself trying to capture as much of it as possible before it all disappears.