You see empty, abandoned, rundown houses and in contrast you see other thriving streets. I did a small collage because this is a Mexican neighborhood located very close to the border (about two miles). We live in the outskirts of Tijuana Mexico, we spend time between Mexico and the US since our cities are so entangled for Mexicans doing shopping and sightseeing and Americans doing business and visiting in Mexico. In one of the pictures you can see the Downtown San Diego skyline. We can see the lights and reflections of the Coronado bay bridge, most of Otay Mesa and Chula Vista communities and this stark contrast has its meaning because thousands of Mexicans and thousands of Americans call this place home, indistinctly. For two countries so disparaging this geographic region erases many contrasts. Although we make five times less on average than a minimum wage in the United States we keep working, we don't dream of going to the US and work and live there, we border citizens know much better than our countrymen living in central Mexico. We go and do our shopping, groceries, recreation and dining in San Diego and return to our much more affordable, albeit small, homes.
This is my wife and I overlooking Boise, Idaho. Our lives for the past four years have been shaped by the beauties and difficulties of this wonderful city.My wife and I live in Boise, Idaho. The economy has been rough as long as we've lived here. We moved from Bismarck, ND, which has had one of the best economies during the Great Recession. We moved here in August 2008 for my Masters degree in Piano Performance at Boise State University.
I left a church music job in Bismarck which paid $28,000 to get my Masters. Kicking myself now. Last month I decided to try the Doctor of Musical Arts route again so I auditioned at the University of Utah. I'm still waiting to hear back. If accepted, we plan to move to Salt Lake City and strike out a new living. If not, we're going to try to make something work out in Bismarck, where all of our family lives. Boise doesn't seem to be improving, and we're dangerously close to the edge.
I chose this photo because there is nothing more New York than a slice of pizza and it's a good one. There is always a line (except for this rainy night) and it's a very representative cross-section of the neighborhood. Who doesn't like pizza?
To me it has been a warm and satisfying meal especially when a couple of dollars was all I could afford. I enjoy the shoulder to shoulder camaraderie while waiting for a slice. The gentlemen who serve the deliciousness speak Spanish not Italian and they are grace in motion wielding those big wooden pizza peels and wheels. They do it with a smile on there face too.
I'm the managing editor of Marketplace. We live on the edge of a historic, even grand neighborhood in Pasadena. Our house is modest. The front porch looks out on apartments on the next street. Police helicopters are frequently overhead -- it's L.A. We watch the alley behind us for graffiti, dumped mattresses, other signs of stress. But it's a friendly, tight neighborhood.
I live in a mostly rural subdivision outside of the Joplin, Mo. area. The community is still rebuilding from the May tornadoes. There is a large area of FEMA housing and much construction in the affected areas. My particular neighborhood seems to be doing well economically but we live in a generally depressed economic area.
You can see what an ethnically diverse group of neighbors we are. This makes for a great potluck! We like to engage with each other so we have a sense of "family" and we lookout for each other. When the big "black out" happened a few years ago one of the neighbors hosted the rest of us in his backyard for an impromptu ice cream social. We have goodbye parties and welcome to the neighborhood parties.
Two industries that span decades of growth for Culver City, Calif., as seen from one hilltop. Oil rigs, and movies/TV. Sometimes overlapping. In the left photo, the building in the oil fields has been used for TV and film scenes. A few miles away, the white buildings center in the distance, on the right photo, with the water tower, are Sony Pictures Entertainment Studios, in addition to a number of independent film sound stages and production companies.
I live in what's technically called the "Upper Haight" or "Haight Ashbury" neighborhood of San Francisco. Haight Street always does well economically due to tourists, and neighboring Divisadero Street is rapidly becoming gentrified with new businesses moving in. This is the view of my street when I am standing in the park waiting for the light for the crosswalk to change. The second house in is Janis Joplin's old house - a neighborhood landmark and attraction for tourists, but really it's just another beautiful victorian house in the neighborhood with nothing unusual about it.
I am a serious professional like most of the people in my neighborhood. Despite a Master's Degree and 20 years of experience, I've been laid off three times in the past five years and had to leave my apartment due to no income other than unemployment. I think things are FAR WORSE for African-Americans, despite our education and experience.
This is a photo of a tree-- long ago, someone strung barbed wire to fence off a field-- in the intervening years, the tree has kept growing, swallowing the wire whole, and now the tree is located in the deepest woods. This tells a tale to me, and I don't think I'm romanticizing it all that much. Immigrants (or at least settlers) set out to tame the hillsides, clearing the land and defining pastures for grazing. They went to alot of trouble to fence it all in, and the ceaseless stone walls imply back-breaking effort to overhaul the terrain. All of this work didn't exactly pan out-- Nature has reasserted its dominion-- and so the wire poking out of the trees speak at once of ambition and fortitude and failure and futility.