In Retrospect: Kanosh UT

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Kanosh UT
October 3, 2015

“It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.”

Sir Edward Bulwer-Lytton

So, I’m not sure about the night, but the day was certainly dark and stormy. And the scene lies not in London, but in Utah, as we drove south on the I-15 freeway back home after spending a few days visiting family. It was just before sunset as the clouds parted and the rain ceased. On the east side of the road we could see derelict barns and old wooden structures in decay from years of neglect. Lynn, my ever faithful wife, directed me to take the next exit and, knowing better than to disagree, I followed her directive. We ended up on  the main road of Kanosh, exploring. The above photo might have been taken in the neighboring town of Meadow, but we prefer to say it was taken in Kanosh.  We justify ourselves by agreeing there was no discernible demarcation between the two towns, Kanosh melding into Meadow and Meadow to Kanosh.

I took almost 200 photos that afternoon. The sky was perfect as were the decaying wooden barns and cabins and rusty vehicles that we found. We did return once but the place holds no magic without an ominous sky!

Share Your World – June 6, 2017

Prompts and Challenges

Nelson NV
June 3, 2017

What’s your strongest sense? A constant sense of confusion follows wherever I am. Indoors or out, home, office, and all points in between. The only time I am free of such befuddlement (I love that word) is when I am asleep. Though I must admit, the dreams I remember make very little sense.

Which of Snow White’s 7 dwarfs describes you best? (Doc, Happy, Bashful, Sleepy, Sneezy, Grumpy, Dopey) Funny, but, in my youth I had a company that sold animation artwork on the second hand market to collectors and my nickname was Doc- probably because no one thought it a good idea to call me Dopey. It does not instill any degree of trust. But I do think any of those names would suit me.

If you could be one age for the rest of your life, what age would that be? I do prefer my present age, only because the real alternative would then be death. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not afraid of death. I just do not prefer it. As Benjamin Franklin has stated, “Some people die at 25 and aren’t buried until 75.” Or take this, from Woody Allen. “I’m not afraid to die. I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”

List of Jobs You Think You Might Enjoy: Even if you aren’t thinking about a career change, it can be fun to think of other jobs you might enjoy.  [Remember:  This is SYW where even your dreams can become reality.] Be careful what you wish for. Retirement is looking damn good right now on this Monday morning full of problems. But, let’s just see that list for fun: nature photographer, writer. That’s it. Both solitary professions.

Optional Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? Saturday I went out to Nelson NV, about the millionth time I’ve been out there, but I was alone and didn’t want to stray too far from home in 104 degree temperature. I’ve heard that the Springs Preserve here in Las Vegas has recreated a 1905 boomtown that I want to get out to next week.

Thanks, Cee, for your challenges each week!

Share Your World – April 17, 2017

Prompts and Challenges

Wooden Barn
Springdale UT
April 15, 2017

When writing by hand do you prefer to use a pencil or pen? Writing by hand is definitely a lost art. I can’t remember the last handwritten note or letter I received. Having said that, when I was doing a bit of creative writing, it was always in pencil. But I would never erase anything from draft to draft, just line it out in case I decided to go back and rework it. I’ve tried writing on my laptop but nothing seems to flow as it once did by hand.

Wooden Shed
Springdale UT
April 15, 2017

Would you rather be an amazing dancer or an amazing singer? I actually have two left feet. It’s true. When I go shoe shopping, I have to buy two of the same style and color, then use only the pair of left shoes. If anyone knows someone with two right feet, let me know. I’ve got several pairs of right shoes I could let them have for free. I was in choir in high school and sang several solos. I also fronted a jazz band my senior year. Don’t know how I ever got up the nerve to perform like that. I think my Jewish side exhibited lots of chutzpah when I was younger.

Ford Truck
Rockville UT
April 15, 2017

If you were on a debate team, what subject would you relish debating? I hate debating. I get tongue tied whenever Lynn and I have what she calls a “discussion”. I call it an “argument”. A debate, to me, is an argument that no one is going to win. Sort of like our “discussions”. Except Lynn always wins those.

Mechanics Garage
Rockville UT
April 15, 2017

What are you a “natural” at doing? Nothing comes naturally to me. I do not excel at anything. I love photography but always feel everyone else is better than me. Same with everything I have ever attempted. I played tenor saxophone in school but was never that good at it. Same with sports, singing, acting, French, Spanish, creative writing, you name it! Mediocre at best. With my photography I think I have finally surpassed mediocre, but in no way am I comfortable with where I am at.

Rusting Tanker
Rockville UT
April 15, 2017

Optional Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? I am grateful that April 15 has come and gone and my tax bill was about a thousand less than I expected. I am looking forward to getting back to a section of Route 66 next weekend. I was going to go this weekend but we had to take a surprise (to me) trip up to Zion Park to meet some family members. On the way home I took the photos that adorn this post.

Thanks again, as always, to Cee for coming up with these questions and giving us a chance to get to know each other a bit more.

A Common Sea

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I feel we are all islands – in a common sea.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Sunset at The Salton Sea

On our last day of vacation in Los Angeles, we decided to head south and drive through the Anza Borrego desert on our way home. We ended up just before sunset at Bombay Beach, on the eastern shore of the Salton Sea.

The Ruins at Bombay Beach

The Salton Sea had some success as a resort area, however, many of the settlements have been abandoned, mostly due to the increasing salinity and pollution of the lake over the years from agricultural runoff and other sources.

Dead Fish Along The Shoreline

Many of the species of fish that lived in the sea have been killed off by the combination of pollutants, salt levels, and algal blooms. Dead fish have been known to wash up in mass quantities on the beaches. The smell of the lake, combined with the stench of the decaying fish, also contributed to the decline of the tourist industry around the Salton Sea.

Remains of an Abandoned Structure on the Shoreline

Many people now visit the Salton Sea and the surrounding settlements to explore the abandoned structures.The US Geological Survey describes the smell as “objectionable”, “noxious”, “unique”, and “pervasive”.

Noah’s Original Ark (?) at Bombay Beach

In Retrospect: Sloan NV

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Let me just say right now, these photos were not taken in Sloan NV. The factory was nestled into the foothills somewhat southeast of the town of Sloan. There is no town or city nearby. We went off road in our (now quite dead) 2006 Hyundai Sonata and saw metal shining up in the hills so went to discover the remains of a blacktopped road washed out in spots, and a metal gate preventing us from driving any further. If you know my wife at all by now, that inconsequential gate did little to deter her. She climbed over it and I followed behind, a lamb to the slaughter. See, I always imagine that a gate means “do not enter” or “go no further” and that 300 pound rednecks with guns- gender is as inconsequential as the gate- with rifles will instantly appear. They did not. The place was deserted.

So I am enjoying rediscovering older photos of mine and reprocessing them “in retrospect”. Hope you are, too.

“The undiscovered places that are interesting to me are these places that contain bits of our disappearing history, like a ghost town.”

Ransom Riggs

In Retrospect: Lucerne Valley CA

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Lucerne Valley CA
May 14, 2013

It was our one year anniversary. Romantic, no? But this was not where we stayed. We were on our way to Big Bear Lake on State Route 183 through Lucerne Valley CA when we came upon this abandoned home in the middle of the desert. Well, what was I to do? I left Lynn in the car and explored. It was a warm but windy day and the sounds the house made were eerie. Creaking and rustling and cawing. OK, the cawing was from the few crows that had taken up residence and they were not necessarily please to see me. At least Lynn hadn’t left me there. But 4 years later, she just might. As we used to say, the bloom is off the rose. She will follow me anywhere I want to go, but now I have the feeling she’s just looking for a place to dispose of the body, if it ever comes to that!

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.

 

In Retrospect: Milford NE

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Lynn and I got married in Elgin IL in 2012. We inherited her mother’s 1989 Buick and decided to drive it back home to Nevada. On the I-80 through Nebraska, we spotted a wooden church spire with cross, peeking out over some overgrown hedges. I took the next exit and when we found where we thought it would be, the place was all fenced and gated with a sign that said No Trespassing. You couldn’t see anything from the road. I was ready to get back on the freeway when Lynn said she couldn’t believe I would give up that easily. “But it’s posted”, was my lame excuse.

“Give me your camera,” she said and, when I did, she climbed over the gate and disappeared. She was gone about a half hour and I thought, what dumb luck to lose your wife a week after getting married. But she did reappear and showed me on the rear screen of the Canon the photos she took. Not bad. And she was right, I couldn’t give up so easily. So I went in and she waited by the car. It was maybe a half mile back from the road, through tall knee high grass and weeds. There was an old wooden schoolhouse next to the church. You couldn’t get into the school as it was stuffed full of wood and boxes  and junk. But the church, though vandalized, was a bit easier to navigate.

I had read somehwere that when you set a scene in a book or movie, you start wide, then go in closer and closer. So now that I’ve set the scene, here’s closer:

And closer:

I hope you’ve enjoyed this little trespassing stroll down memory lane.

(All photos were taken on the Canon EOS Rebel T2i in Milford NE on May 20, 2012 by me. If someone begs, I might be able to find a picture or two that Lynn took.)