The snow had nearly melted in Durham, and the warmth lured people to the benches and chairs along Ninth Street.
On a bench in front of Market Street coffee, I overhead a two college women discussing whether it is safe for Duke and UNC students to travel to rival turf to watch a basketball game. Near Dain's Place, people prayed at a table before eating their lunch. And outside the Ox & Rabbit, a man playing a Fender Squire guitar through a tiny amp.
A man played a Fender Squire guitar in front of the Ox & Rabbit
I peeked around the corner where a copper frog stands in front of Native Threads. There, a man rested, content to be quiet and bask in the sun.
All photos by Lisa Sorg
Ninth Street, Durham
Inside Hunky Dory, a classic record store/head shop, a patron listened on headphones to We're Only In It for the Money,
an album by the Mothers of Invention, released on March 4, 1968.
Inside Hunky Dory, a patron listened to the Mothers of Invention, and later, John Lennon and Yoko Ono's Double Fantasy
It reminded me of how Ninth Street is changing: The east side of Ninth is strikingly different from the mega-development and national franchises on the west side that are changing the essence of the street: quintessential Durham, funky, a little gritty and (almost) without pretense.
Thousands of staples pockmark a kiosk on Ninth Street.