FindMeRaw

Rebuilding life at 55: recovery, boundaries, and starting over.

Red painted utility box with portrait artwork at Pearl Street in downtown Grand Rapids, with pedestrians nearby

I spent years learning to see the beauty in things other people walked right past. Somewhere along the way, I realized I was worth noticing, too.

Learning to Slow Down

I used to think getting somewhere was the point of a walk. These days, I’m learning how much I miss when I rush. Grand Rapids has its grand buildings and busy intersections, but the little details keep pulling me in. I stop. I look. I take the picture.

Sidewalk sign and photographer’s shadow
A sidewalk sign, my shadow, and a reminder that I was part of the picture all along.

A Different Kind of Courage

Look up in downtown Grand Rapids and you might see people doing work the rest of us barely notice. Window cleaners high above the sidewalk, keeping the city’s glass shining while life carries on below. It reminds me how often the work that holds things together happens quietly.

Workers cleaning windows high on a downtown building
Some of the most important work happens above our heads, out of sight.

A City Rebuilding

The Grand River keeps moving while the waterfront changes around it. I’m changing, too. I like the idea of coming back to the same places with my camera and noticing what’s different, in the city and in myself.

Grand River waterfront and buildings
Grand Rapids is changing, and so am I.

Life Along the Grand

The river is never really still. Birds move overhead, people pause along the railings, and a whole ordinary day unfolds beside the water. It’s easy to miss if you’re only watching the clock.

Birds over the Grand River
Beautiful river. Plenty of stories. And if you’re fishing for dinner, check Michigan’s fish advisories first.

Two Sides of the Same Sidewalk

There are beautiful trees, quiet benches, and traces of other lives along the Riverwalk. I don’t know anyone’s story from what they leave behind, and I won’t pretend I do. But I can notice without looking away.

Autumn trees and benches along the riverwalk
A city’s story isn’t only written in its skyline.

The Spaces Between Us

One stretch of walkway feels occupied by small reminders of someone’s presence. Another opens into long lines of glass, brick, trees, and water. Together they make me think about how much of life happens between the moments we usually photograph.

Long riverwalk beside a glass building
Sometimes the smallest details tell the biggest stories.

Art in the Middle of Ordinary Life

At Pearl Street, a bright red utility box holds a portrait while people and traffic move around it. The art isn’t tucked away in a gallery. It’s right there on the corner, waiting for somebody to notice.

Red utility box street art at Pearl Street
Sometimes the most interesting things in life aren’t waiting at the destination. They’re standing on the corner while everybody else rushes past.

I’m not trying to photograph a perfect city or pretend I’ve lived a perfect life. I’m trying to pay attention. Sometimes finding yourself means slowing down long enough to see that you were there all along.


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