I was driving around downtown looking for a parking spot and happened to stop at a traffic signal on east Market Street at Alabama. I was the only car at the light facing west…and there was my camera lying on the passenger seat…and I just happened to be staring at one of my favorite photo subjects, dead center, a couple blocks up. So naturally, I snapped a quick one out the front of the car. Windshield is pretty clean huh?
If this were closer you could see the cables on the Monument that were being installed to string the colored lights that transform it into a giant Holiday Ornament. I always thought it was a stretch to call it the “Worlds Largest Christmas Tree” like they do, essentially because it’s not a tree. It’s a monument with lights on it. A very pretty one though. They’re going to have the official lighting ceremony soon on Friday, November 27th with about 100,000 people expected to be there to watch. Undoubtedly I’ll be there sometime to capture the image again with lights aglow.
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I am not certain that this is the center of Indianapolis. I think it is, but it has been 35 years since
I’ve lived there. That is more than half my lifetime. When I was last a resident, the Colts played in Baltimore,
and the Pacers did not exist. I do remember the monument though; it’s always been there. You can’t
miss it: if you go anywhere near downtown, it’s in your face, sort of. But to me the center of Indianapolis
is a little far afield. It’s at the Speedway, and the John Heron Art Museum, or the Indianapolis Art Museum.
It’s at the childhood home of Kurt Vonnegut, or the clay courts on 38th St. There are always the industrial
points to reckon with, Eli Lilly, and the Allison Plant on the near west side, and IUPUI and the Medical Center,
but the truth is that the center of naptown is in your heart. It is in the friends you left behind, if you left,
and it is in the friends you have, if you stayed. Sometimes I wish I had stayed, but I didn”t. Sometimes I am
glad I left, even if I never got any more than what I had when I was there, But always, I am glad that I spent time there, and knew the people I knew.