Last Sunday, Jd and I went on a mini adventure around the city to explore and exercise before heading to a cookout. While he rode his bike, I jogged behind him for almost 4 miles in downtown Richmond through parking garages and parks, across bridges and down narrow sidewalks.
There are many spectacular views in Richmond, but some are hidden by abandoned buildings, unmarked paths, or down dangerous roads. Where Jd stands (pictured above) is one of these spots that I never knew existed, overlooking a large part of downtown Richmond. When Jd sees a photograph of this city that he likes or finds interesting, he sets out to find the exact spot where it was taken. It's not just in Richmond that he does this, but in any city he visits. Jd is always curious and I am lucky enough to have become a part of these adventures.
We came across that spot where he is standing on a mission to find where many infamous long exposures are taken of one Richmond interstate. I had never seen the city from this angle before so it was refreshing to take in a new perspective. Cities are beautiful with all of their character, mishaps, and oddities.
I grew up right outside of Richmond and spent a good amount of time in the city when I was younger. It startles me each time I discover something new, like this building pictured above, which I saw for the first time on Sunday. I wondered how this building, the Commission for the Arts, stayed hidden from me for so long. I guess I am not as adventurous as I thought I was, but I felt like I should have passed by this at some point. It's good to know that this city still has several surprises left for me. I am not a photographer at all, but I take a ton of pictures and in the end all that matters is that I have something that represents a memory.
We headed straight for the elevator when we entered this parking garage pictured above. Someone had recently cleaned the tiny room that the elevator was located in and the smell of chemicals was so strong that Jd had to keep the door open to the outside in order to breath. This was our last stop before we headed home.
We passed by the Egyptian Building on the way back to our apartment and traveled down part of the Leigh Street bridge where we stopped to watch a train in the distance for a moment. Our day was simple and perfect.