While taking in the sights in Morgantown, it would have been easy to ignore the reality of modern civilization. Walk beyond the amphitheater and cherry blossoms, and you are reminded that you are in a bubble. Across the street is a Sheetz. Just beyond the old rail bridge, given new life as a walking path, is a parking garage.
That’s not to say Morgantown isn’t a nice town – it is, mostly. It’s a college town, home to WVU and the Mountaineers. My son will be attending in the fall. My wife has family who grew up there. But it has a long, troubled past, as all West Virginia towns do, and even now its future seems slightly off-kilter – teetering between success and ruin.
The same could be said for any town in any state in the U.S. right now. Artists and entrepreneurs plant their flag and do their best to inject life, culture, and a fresh coat of paint on old frames and foundations. Some stick, many don’t. Some of the old institutions, like 123 Pleasant St., soldier on, while others have long since shuttered or (like the Den) are a shadow of their former selves.
Beyond the sheen, however, the reality sets in. A few blocks out from downtown, you’ll see streets that haven’t been maintained in years. Between the murals and posters for free concerts of cover bands and old favorites, forgotten people bum smokes and struggle to find comfort in a town that, for the most part, ignores them.
Therein lies the irony. We have money and energy to spare, but we spend it on the easy problems while ignoring the things that could really make a difference. We put on shows to entertain and distract, while ultimately doing nothing to help the city thrive. We gather to admire the beauty of nature, of life and all of existence, while only a few yards away, a person lies in crisis and is ignored.
I normally feel a certain way about photographing people on the street, especially when they are unaware, but this image spoke volumes. The juxtaposition of the uplifting message paired with the man on the bench was a perfect representation of what I was feeling that day. Words can only do so much. Good frames won’t save bad paintings.
