Today, Richmond seems quite the happening place. Because of its universities, and ample stock of old industrial buildings, the place has an urban feel that sometimes feels positively hip. Sadly, that was probably not the case in about 1962, when modernism was the rage elsewhere. Richmond’s staid past is probably why there are not a lot of modernist buildings. Still, on a recent bike ride I did find a few:
I know I need to get a life, but I swear I have been staring at this 1950’s building for at least thirty years. I took this photo last weekend while driving at sixty-five miles an hour. This highway (I-95) has not been called by this name for also about thirty years.
A little off-topic: I got a good shot by bike of these guys on a Saturday afternoon, standing around the Confederate Memorial Chapel in the uptown Richmond Fan district. I wonder if they are locals, or from out of town.