I photographed a lot of pointy top buildings this last trip home and am realizing my love of William Christenberry's photographs affected me more then I knew. A year or two ago I found myself studying his work from the south and his correlation of pointy top buildings to the KKK after crashing one of their meetings. Scarred by what he saw, his artwork became haunted by the hooded head of the Klansman. I'm not saying I see that, but I am aware of his story while I'm looking through my photographs from my travels to Detroit. To me, they look like siblings, together holding on as long as they can, the only two left in an area full of Ford plants and industrial complexes.
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