At last night’s community meeting, city staff were excited to report that Asheville’s parking revenues are on the rise. In a city whose daytime population is nearly double that of its nighttime population, an uptick in parking revenues, according to staff, is an indicator of a growing economy.
I have an inordinate number of photos in my archive that were taken in, of, or from Asheville’s parking garages and lots, in spite of being warned by security that photography in public parking decks is forbidden. So I collected them here, and shot a few more to stay current.
I know, Yawnsville, right? But that’s okay. You might remember that in my last post I wrote that Amendment One wasn’t really a significant deviation from the status quo, an assertion for which I was accused both of endorsing the radical gay agenda, and—in a manner reminiscent of a bizarre, parallel universe middle school cafeteria insult—of not being gay enough to understand the gravity of the situation.
So I can use a nice, boring, low-traffic post.
On the other hand, in my head there’s a connection. What better symbol of the status quo than a parking lot? It’s always there, and it’s kind of ugly, and most of us never think about it. But we still drive our cars into the city and leave them somewhere while we do our business. We feed our money in, and the arms raise up to let us out, and we head home from our jobs, or our churches, or our protests.
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