As the holidays approach kick-off, I find myself searching through old photos more frequently. I’m thankful for old photos–they remind me of where I’ve come from and refresh the memories I’ve taken with me.
These images are from a photography workshop I went to back in Columbus, Ohio (I have to add “Ohio” now because when you live in Chattanooga, they usually assume you mean Columbus, TN or Columbus, GA).
As I review the images and look at the metadata, I realize just how many mistakes I made. That, too, is a reminder of where I’ve come from. Sometimes it’s nice to realize I am learning even if the process seems slow.
I ponder why these images all seem to have been shot with a wide open aperture, resulting in out-of-focus foregrounds and/or backgrounds. These days, I like to see the entire scene in focus in most landscape shots. The difference between having lots of depth of field and the images in the gallery probably comes down to the want of a tripod and low light conditions.
But what jumps out at me as I peruse these photos is that in over 40 years of living there, I had never really seen downtown Columbus before this day.
I had walked the streets more times than I can count. I’d been to theaters, restaurants, shops, meetings, museums, and even two courthouses.
But I walked the streets with purpose, my mind busy with the reason I was there or the things I needed to do, focused on what was ahead or behind and not on what was around me.
I wonder if I returned to my home town how I would see it differently. I think back to vague memories of the Columbus skyline from my childhood. There was one sky scraper then, the Lincoln LeVeque Tower. It remains the most interesting of the tall buildings in the Columbus skyline even though its height has been eclipsed for many decades by its neighbor, the Rhodes State Office Tower.
As I look at these images and see blocks and blocks of big-city buildings, I realize how much the town and I grew up together.
My family arrived in 1970 when Columbus was still called Cow Town. In fact, even when we left, there were still cows grazing on the OSU Agriculture campus pastures well within the city limits. It would be hard to grow up in Columbus without knowing what cow-tipping was.
At the same time, Columbus invested in revitalizing some of its worst neighborhoods, developing its downtown riverfront, creating an awesome metro park system, and attracting large businesses that built up the Columbus skyline. In retrospect, I realize that Columbus grew up without me noticing. It turned into a real city with real attractions.
None of that makes me regret our decision to move to Chattanooga, however. Perhaps a mid-western metropolitan lifestyle is less important to me than views of Lookout Mountain.