They are openings and closings in the literal and figurative sense, and they hold stories and and secrets of people and things passing through and beyond, touched by sun and storm, neglected and loved in their simple utility, taken for granted and expected to do what they do as guardians of threshholds and goods, resting places for weary souls, welcoming opportunities for what may come, and barricades against the boogey-man and those who would come and take.
Another collection of images inspired by Mike from Mike’s Look at Life. He is the self-proclaimed and certified President of the Legion of Door Whores and my efforts here are a tribute to his fine work…. I found these doors on my lunch-time walks…all from within a couple miles of my downtown work location in Salt Lake City, Utah, USA. Thank you, Mike. 🙂
I took my daughter out for a Saturday morning drive-about, looking to see what we might see…and so that she might find something to use in her “Art Appreciation” course for school. We went back to the site of City Paint 1 -5 Monkeys Bar in Murray, Utah, and found that they had added a new mural to their series…this one being their name-sake piece. Again, it was too good to resist another photo-shoot. On a side-note, this mural and the other 5 Monkey pieces were created by Kier, the same guy who did the huge mural that I featured in City Paint 3 – 2012…The End?
It’s nice sometimes, and necessary at other times, to take a step back…or up, to get another view of the objects of our attention…. It’s amazing what we can see when we’re not so focused on the one single thing…but on the whole and big/huge picture…. I hope you’ll enjoy these photos of one of my favorite places here in the canyons and mountains near Salt Lake City, Utah, USA….
This is what appears to be an old water-wheel house on the banks of the stream in Little Cottonwood Canyon. If you were to peer inside the window, you could see the old spooned wheel that used to turn with the flow of water to generate electricity many years ago.
Here’s another view from a little farther away…. I’m actually standing in the middle of the stream-bed taking the picture. The stream is empty right now, as the entirety of the water is being captured upstream and diverted into the water supply for the metropolitan Salt Lake City area. It will be flowing bank to bank in a couple of months when the water from the snow-melt is running.
This shot is from the slope heading up the side of the mountain that is on the south side of the canyon…you can see the empty stream-bed.
And lastly, this one is from way up on the side of the mountain. You can see the wheel-house on the stream bank near the lower right-hand corner of the photo….
If you’ll scroll back to “City Paint 6.1 – Becoming,” you’ll see the first two weeks’ progress on this western-themed mural that happens to be on the wall that encloses a parking lot behind a gun store, of all things. This is the third installment of the mural’s progress, the first two being covered in the earlier post. By the amount of work that’s been done since the last set of shots, it looks like it might be completed during this next week.
The first three shots are the three panels of the mural that are similar to the photos from the earlier post, presented in order from left to right.
And the final four photos are close-ups of the significant pieces of the mural, offered to show greater detail of the work….
I was down the front steps and close to the curb and decided that I would go back into the house and get the camera for my evening walk…something that I don’t usually do, because it’s been mostly dark…and stopping to take photos all the time sort of impedes the briskness and exercise quality of the walk. It was a rewarding walk…and it got brisk on the way home after the sun was down and no longer providing a tempting light for whatever might have caught my eye….
I pass this business every afternoon on my way home from work. It was one of the inspiring murals that prompted me to start this City Paint series…a local business that used street-art type advertising on the side of their building. You can check-out the Salt Lake Running Company’s website by clicking on their name, if you’re interested…otherwise, I hope you enjoy their building art.
In my attempts to find suitable names for the specimens that I have captured in these photos, I Googled “moss.” I was rewarded with many pictures of green clumps of plant life…and other pictures of a skinny woman with dirty-blonde hair and an American football player. So…I have pretty pictures without names…. I hope you enjoy images of the various types of moss and other rock-dwelling plant forms that I found on the side of the granite mountain in Little Cottonwood Canyon, just south and east of Salt Lake City, Utah, USA…another beautiful piece of life in the Wasatch Mountains.
If you’d like to see some incredible cloud-scapes and sunsets, visit Ordered Chaos at his site. Many of his shots are from what appears to be the high-rise roof-top or balcony where he lives, which provides an amazing vantage point for his beautiful photography.
These are some of my shots taken in Salt Lake City, Utah, the other day while on my lunch-time walk.
In the same alley where we visited and found the murals in City Paint 4 – Tucked-Away Alley-Way, there are the beginnings of another mural. I discovered it last week and visited it again this weekend and found that significant progress has been made. If you look at the third photo in the Tucked-Away series, you can see the blank wall at the far left of the shot. That is where this mural is coming to life. I will be returning weekly to monitor the progress.
These first three shots are from last weekend…
The last three shots are from this weekend…
The smoke from her harsh and scrap-wood fire burned my eyes as I stood there and watched the dark-skinned woman roll and mash the little balls of flour and water and what-not, pressing them, flattening them so, and then laying them gently on the griddle that sat on three stones, black from use. I moved to the other side and upwind from the fire and the breeze changed directions to meet me again. Without looking at me, she smiled and said, “Sientate alla,” as she pointed to a tumble-down chair next to the shack…sit over there.
She had dirty hands and wide hips, large and loose breasts that swayed with her movements, a musky and smokey scent and broken teeth, shoulder-length hair with frayed ends, and lines around her brown-black eyes and mouth in her young and old skin.
Her brown and scarred hands reached over the fire and turned the tortillas, flipping them gently, brown eyes watching, absently or admiringly, as they sizzled for a second and then raised, doubling in height, growing from thin to thicker and brown and rich and falling again in their cooked flatness. In the same movement from turning the tortillas, she reached for a ladel and stirred the beans and ham-bones in the pot, black too, that sat on the ground with the fire on its side. Steam and the smells of wood-smoke and chilis and beans rose from the little cauldron and ran into the air and caught in my senses…where they remained for the day…along with the images and sounds of the morning there with the weak light slowly brightening through the trees of the wood…chickens pecking the dirt around broken-down cars and trucks with their rusted doors and bumpers, flattened tires cracked and gone in seasons passed and passing.
The woman moved around the fire, sitrring and flipping, this way and that, avoiding the smoke and the dog that lay nearby. She watched me in my looking around, in my watching of her and her hands, her hips, her eyes. As she brought me a plate with her morning fare, she looked directly into my eyes and said, “Ten…somos pobres, pero somos ricos, tambien…ricos en las cosas de la vida, la humanidad…y amor….” Take it…we’re poor, but we’re rich, as well…rich in the things of life, humanity…and love….
Gracias, Yaneli…de veras…. It’s true….
Can’t help but see this one on my way to work each morning. This is on the side of Ironclad Electric Tattooing‘s building on South State Street in Salt Lake City, Utah.
If you’ve read my “About the Blog” page, you will already know or understand that I spent more than ten years working as a police 9-1-1 operator, dispatcher, and communications supervisor. While I no longer do that type of work, my daughter and several friends do…so the memories of “answering the call” are still fresh.
April 8-14, 2012 is National Public Safety Telecommunicators’ Week…as decreed by Congress at least three times over the last twenty or so years. During this special week, 9-1-1 call centers often host open-houses and sponsor tours to give their tax-paying public a glimpse into their work lives and a better understanding of what actually happens when they dial 9-1-1. This is also a week of celebration, essentially, when those same call-center employees are honored by various businesses, agencies, and private citizen groups and individuals for the role they play in contributing to the safety of their communities. There is often a festive atmosphere in the call-centers during this week, when there are gifts and raffles and theme-based banquets and pot-luck dinners, all sponsored by the particular police/fire departments, the call-center administrators, and those businesses and citizen groups mentioned earlier.
In tribute to those women and men (and my family members and friends) who have worked and/or still work “answering the call,” I am re-visiting an earlier essay that details the work performed by those police 9-1-1 operators and dispatchers. Please click on this link “Inside the Roller-Coaster” to take a closer look.
I’m not proud to say that I don’t know the names of these bushes and trees…they’re planted around the building at my work-place…the ones with the yellow flowers look like holly leaves…and the blossoms look like they’re from some type of apple or cherry tree, but the trees have had no fruit in the time that I’ve known them…so I don’t know what they are…maybe someone else does? At any rate…one day it was in the mid-70’s, and the next day it was in the 40’s and snowed…something like that. And this is what it looked like –