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
Gerard Van der Leun
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
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
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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.