SCRAP finds.

A bountiful shopping trip at SCRAP this past weekend. Let’s see some of what I snagged…

Doll head, named Cindy (I think):


Curious George stationery:


Shakespearean insult magnet set:


And! this messenger bag made by Jonathan, who assembled it from pieces found at SCRAP:


SCRAP’s blog of fabulous finds in their store is here.






Heritage folly.



The Heritage Plaza, empty of people – as it is most of the time. I have more to say on this another time; I want to note that this photo shows the plaza mid-afternoon on a gorgeous day, and no one’s using it. So much energy and spirit went into creating the history markers in the plaza, and the city has warehoused them in a place no one wants to be.

Solace from the crowded landscape.

When I first arrived in Harlem, the fenced-off, overgrown empty lots here also attracted my eye… The empty lots… were a place for the eye to rest. This was not some romance for ruins. These blank, disavowed spaces had been labelled as blight, but they provided a visual and mental break from the clamor of the buildings and people. There was a hint of the horizon.

Here was solace from the crowded landscape – both the physical crowdedness of buildings and people and the crowd of stories and histories. A friend of mine describes certain cities as being full – too much has happened there, you cannot move… I suspect he’d say Harlem is another place that is too full – though its crowdedness and overpopulation have been discussed in other terms. In the empty lots, my mind escaped history.

–Sharifa Rhodes-Pitts, Harlem is Nowhere: A Journey to the Mecca of Black America


vanportVanport lot at MLK & Alberta.