With three off-days on my plate in the city of Charlotte, North Carolina, I set out to find some interesting textures to photograph and enjoy. This was not an easy task up front. For, you see, Charlotte–on the surface–is one of those places that has two things to offer: A squeaky-clean, modern downtown, surrounded by cookie-cutter suburban sprawl. Unless you’re into the glinting, sharp lines of a skyscraper, or the repetitious yellow motif that is parking lot lines at the Wal-Mart, you might be disappointed at the outward lack of parts of town with “character”. Overhearing my plight, a bartender on a previous visit tipped me off to an artsy area of the city known as NoDa, assuring that it would quench my thirst for all things old, rustic, and soul-possessing.
A 20 minute Über ride from my hotel put me at the southwest end of NoDa on North Davidson Street (of which NoDa earns its namesake). As I strolled through the neighborhood in the golden hour light, the textures and color I experienced made me feel like Edward Hopper and Andy Warhol had recently thrown down in a drunken street fight, then came together and hugged it out over craft beers from Heist Brewing (where I too enjoyed several).
Summary: If Guy Rhodes lived in Charlotte, it would probably be in NoDa.