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There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
by Shel Silverstein
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
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Is this Crystal?
Now that I think of it, the road is too narrow for Crystal.
Similar to Telluride but I can’t place it
William Henry Jackson photo of Eureka Colorado
I wanna buy that first little place on the left, make it my new woodshop and architectural design center.
How much?
Attached link says the Sunnyside had electricity about 1889. Usually, the town had electricity only as long as the mine had the generator on…. generator operator went home, he turned the system off.
Dayum. It’s like you could walk into that picture.
(… it calls to mind memories of the novel, “Time and Again”, by Jack Finney. probably the best writer of melancholic stories in the mid-to-late 20th Century …..)
Hale Adams
Pikesville, People’s still-mostly-Democratic Republic of Maryland
Look! I can see Americans!
My first thought was the 1953 movie “Shane”.
The original black and white would put the realism back into that photo. Fake news, fake photos, fake everything now. Hollywood would love that colorized picture. Photoshop to hell.
This was colorized by the same person that did the downtown Saratoga Springs pik a week or so ago.
I like colorized pictures, although I also appreciate the sepia tones of the real oldies. Black and white (such as from my youth in the fifties & sixties) now looks harsh, but most of my color snapshots have faded badly, due to the dies and paper used in printing them.
This particular one is brighter than I can get on my own camera or phone (no filters), yet not as gaudy as most post-card pictures.
As for the theology of colorization, I think Peter Jackson gets it right in his WWI documentary, to wit, the colors are what the people themselves would have seen.
Trailer – movie is highly highly recommended if you get a chance to see it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrabKK9Bhds
AF, that’s pretty cool. I’m going to see if I can purchase the DVD.
I likes me some old black and whites, military, whatever. I have the whole Victory at Sea and Victory in the Air series. It’d be neat to have a “process” where they could be viewed in color. Color – the way the world really is, rather than black and white – an interpretation, brings it to life.
Was gonna guess Silverton, not too far off.