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From my youth up I never liked the city.
I never forgot the mountains where I was born.
The world caught me and harnessed me
And drove me through dust, thirty years away from home.
Migratory birds return to the same tree.
Fish find their way back to the pools where they were hatched.
I have been over the whole country,
And I have come back at last to the garden of my childhood.
My farm is only ten acres.
The farm house has eight or nine rooms.
Elms and willows shade the back garden.
Peach trees stand by the front door.
The village is out of sight.
You can hear dogs bark in the alleys,
And cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
When you come through the gate into the court
You will find no dust or mess.
Peace and quiet live in every room.
I am content to stay here the rest of my life.
At last I have found myself.
— Tao Yuan Ming (Tao Qian) Chinese, 365-427
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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.