Colorized Colorado 120 Years Ago
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
Gerard Van der Leun
When all Earth’s seas shall Levitate,
Dark shawled within the skies,
Upon our eyes will Starfish dance
Their waltz of Blind surprise.
The sun will Rise within wine Dark
As Argonauts imbibed,
Whose drunken arms embrace that sleep
Where Phaeton’s horses Stride.
Upon all of Earth’s wind-sanded shores,
As dolphins Learn to soar,
All we once were on the land
Shall be sealed behind the door
Of Ivory and Chastened Gold,
That the Mystery solved complete
Shall never til the seas’ Long fall
Wake mariners from their sleep.
— Van der Leun
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
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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.