Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Letters G or H

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The Los Angeles Museum of the Holocaust
March 21, 2017

The Los Angeles Museum of the Holocaust is dedicated to the remembrance and preservation of the history, stories, victims, and tragic events of the Holocaust during World War II. 

The museum is always free, because the founding survivors insisted that no one ever be turned away from learning about the Holocaust.

Across from the entrance to the museum is a 6 foot high cement wall with a bit of graffiti that seemed somehow appropriate to me.

Pan Pacific Park
March 21, 2017

This week, the topic of Cee’s Black and White challenge is the letter G or H. I seem to have them both covered from my recent trip to the Holocaust Museum in Los Angeles and the graffiti I found there.

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More of the Same

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Ok, for those of you who groveled, begged, and pleaded, here are a few shots taken by my wife when we stopped in Milford NE on the way back from getting married. To each other. She trespassed first to prove no harm would come to me if I disobeyed a no trespassing sign this once. Problem is, she thinks she has to keep proving this to me. Anyway, photos by her, processed by me. I think you can click on any individual image to view it larger.

 

52WEEKS PHOTO CHALLENGE:WEEK 30 – IN THE DISTANCE

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Mt Charleston NV
February 3, 2017

What a world we live in. Last month it was cold enough to snow in the mountains. This Thursday, one month and 2 days later, the prediction is for 80 degrees, followed by 81 on Friday and 82 on Saturday. It looks like, for the next 10 days at least, we will not drop below 80. So, the theme for this week’s 52 week challenge from “The Girl” is “In The Distance”. Most of my photos are taken of objects in the distance. I’m not sure this is a good trait, though I do like this image. I was standing on the outside patio of a restaurant in the mountains when I spotted this cabin. And I just happen to have my camera and zoom lens with me. I could be very happy living in a place like this, though I expect I’d have to live alone. My wife doesn’t take to the snow all that much.

In Retrospect: The Mike O’Callaghan–Pat Tillman Memorial Bridge

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Across The Colorado River Canon EOS Rebel T21 October 26, 2010

Across The Colorado River
Canon EOS Rebel T21
October 26, 2010

The Mike O’Callaghan–Pat Tillman Memorial Bridge spans the Colorado River between the states of Arizona and Nevada. Construction of the bridge approaches began in 2003, and construction of the bridge itself began in February 2005. The bridge was completed in 2010 and the entire bypass route opened to vehicle traffic on October 19, 2010. This photo was taken just one week later, when traffic was still pretty much non-existent. The bridge was the first concrete-steel composite arch bridge built in the United States,[5] and incorporates the widest concrete arch in the Western Hemisphere. At 900 feet (270 m) above the Colorado River, it is the second highest bridge in the United States after the Royal Gorge Bridge, and is the world’s highest concrete arch bridge.

(On January 7, 2017 I had the brilliant idea to start a second blog called In Retrospect to highlight some of my older images. That idea was actually not so smart because I found there was no real need for a second blog. It just took additional time and the theme I chose never worked properly. So after one month, I shut it down. I will continue with my bright idea here, and will post every Saturday Friday. The images will be from 2009 through 2015. But no later. For now.)

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Cee’s Share Your World – February 27, 2017

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Newberry Springs CA February 25, 2017

Newberry Springs CA
February 25, 2017

Ever ran out of gas in your vehicle? Are you kidding? Lynn and I are always at odds with filling up the gas tank. She laughs at my anal-ness (is that a word?) of filling up no later than at a quarter tank. She will wait for the warning light to go on before she even thinks about stopping for gas. But no, we’ve never actually run out of gas.

Which are better: black or green olives? Kalamata olives in a salad or on a pizza, green olives in a martini!

If you were a great explorer, what would you explore? I’m pretty much a virgin when it comes to travel so I would love to visit and explore other cultures.

Quotes List: At least three of your favorite quotes? This is tough because my favorites are not inspirational and there are so many. “Don’t let schooling interfere with your education” – Mark Twain, “Any girl can be glamorous. All you have to do is stand still and look stupid” – Hedy Lamarr, and “Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read” – Groucho Marx.

Optional Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? I’ve been cutting back on my work hours and spending Tuesdays and Thursdays in the library working on a coffee table book. Last week was the first week and now I don’t want to go back to work-work. Ever! Next week? Just endless possibilities,

Thanks, as always, to Cee of Cee’s Share Your World.

Go.

Look.

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In Retrospect: Nelson NV

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Canon EOS Rebel T2i
f/3.5 at 1/400 sec ISO 100
December 1, 2013

The first time Lynn and I went out to Nelson NV, it was a family affair. About a dozen people all somehow related. It was an overcast day and I was asked to take photos of everyone. Only one little problem. I don’t like taking people pictures. Good thing we had someone there who was good at posing people. She did the talking, I did the shooting. But as soon as the sun broke through the clouds, I wandered away to take pictures of stationery things like old rusty cars and trucks and wooden shacks and barns. They have a lot of them there. The owners travel throughout the southwest, finding original vehicles and structures and transport them back. They have built a ghost town that never really existed. A ghost, ghost town. And Nelson NV has become my own private playground. My favorite place to take photos. Except it’s not private and most days you have to shoot around the other photographers posing brides and grooms for wedding announcements and such. The photo above was taken on our third or fourth trip out there. Since then I’ve been back several more times.

I might even go back out again this weekend.

(Let me explain what In Retrospect is. Or will be. On January 7, 2017 I had the brilliant idea to start a second blog called In Retrospect to highlight some of my older images. That idea was actually not so smart because I found there was no real need for a second blog. It just took additional time and the theme I chose never worked properly. So after one month, I shut it down. I will continue with my bright idea here, and will post every Saturday. The images will be from 2009 through 2015. But no later. For now.)

 

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In Retrospect: Chloride AZ

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Chloride AZ June 17, 2015

Chloride AZ
June 17, 2015

We had passed the sign for Chloride many times while on our way to other places. But this time we had no particular place to go. We were exploring. So we took the turnoff and ended up in one of the better episodes of The Twilight Zone. We had stepped back in time, where everyone had older cars and trucks and the front lawns of their homes were decorated with artwork of their own making. The people were cordial and the food in the local diner was substantial. It was a late Sunday afternoon and we had missed the last staged gunfight of the day in their western town setup. Of course, I couldn’t help but take a shot of where the weekly shoot-out takes place and then processing it to look somewhat like a western movie.

(Let me explain what In Retrospect is. Or will be. On January 7, 2017 I had the brilliant idea to start a second blog called In Retrospect to highlight some of my older images. That idea was actually not so smart because I found there was no real need for a second blog. It just took additional time and the theme I chose never worked properly. So after one month, I shut it down. I will continue with my bright idea here, and will post every Saturday. The images will be from 2009 through 2015. But no later. For now.)

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Shoshone

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The town of Shoshone California, on the southeast edge of Death Valley, is one block long, if that. On one side of the road is a post office, a gas station, and a motel. On the other is a local museum, a cafe, and the Sheriff’s office. I’m not sure whether or not it’s a real sheriff’s office as the town looks a little too small to have a dedicated officer of the peace. It doesn’t even have its own fire department, for cryin’ out loud.

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I became aware of Shoshone one weekend last year as I was out driving on my own towards Death Valley and ended up in Tecopa with less than a quarter tank of gas. Tecopa is known for its hot springs and that’s it. There’s a small craft beer brewery on the outskirts of Tecopa where I stopped to ask directions to the nearest gas station. They said I could go on up the road about ten miles to Shoshone, where the gas would be about $5 a gallon, or go back to where I came from and stop in Pahrump, which was more than 3 times as far but the gas would be less than half as much. I didn’t think I’d make it back, though, so off I went to Shoshone.

And I fell in love.

The original “man cave” that kicks off this post is where the miners lived during the years the community was active. It is NOT the local motel. I actually met two travelers who were staying at the motel and they had come all the way from France. Everyone in Shoshone was friendly once you smiled. But maybe that’s true for everywhere you go. Those French people sure were nice!

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Anyway, behind the local diner, The Crowbar, was an old abandoned shack that I could only imagine belonged to the mine boss. No cave for him. His one room shack had all the comforts of home; a bed, a wood burning stove, a kitchen table and a chair. What it didn’t have was indoor plumbing. But the outhouse was only a few short steps from the front door.

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The train tracks were pulled up, melted down and recycled during WWII. The old train station no longer exists, either, but a mockup of what it looked like stands exactly where the old one did.

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Up on the hill, across from the miner’s homes, is the old cemetery.

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If, one day you decide to head on out to Shoshone or Tecopah or any part of Death Valley, please don’t go in the middle of summer. The hottest recorded temperature was 134 °F (56.7 °C) on July 10, 1913, at Furnace Creek, which is the hottest atmospheric temperature ever recorded on earth. In a typical year, the park experiences about 140 days of triple-digit temperatures, including 89 days at 110 degrees or hotter, 18 days above 120 and three days above 125. Last June, the high one day was 129.

And let me tell you, once the temperature hits anywhere above 115, there’s not much difference between that and 134.

Hot is hot!

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In Retrospect: Kanosh UT

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Canon EOS Rebel T2i
1/4000 sec at f/4.0, ISO 1250
October 3, 2015

Let me explain what In Retrospect is. Or will be. On January 7, 2017 I had the brilliant idea to start a second blog called In Retrospect to highlight some of my older images. That idea was actually not so smart because I found there was no real need for a second blog. It just took additional time and the theme I chose never worked properly. So after one month, I shut it down. I will continue with my bright idea here, and will post every Saturday. The images will be from 2009 through 2015. But no later. For now.

So, Kanosh UT. Never heard of the place. Lynn and I were driving home from visiting relatives in Lehi UT through pouring rain, very limited visibility, when the clouds suddenly parted and golden light poured down upon us. My wife demanded we take the next exit off the freeway. All I wanted was to get home, but there is no arguing when your wife makes a demand.  Just past the off ramp, the paved country backroad became mud and dirt. We passed a pig farm, some abandoned, weather worn homes, then came upon two rusty old cars resting in an overgrown field. I jumped out of the car, camera in hand, as Lynn smiled and said, somewhat sarcastically, “Thank you wife!”

Thank you, wife!