Written Inc's theme this week is "the Blues." Now just last December we did the color blue as a theme, so I have to stay away from that. And I had this great shot of 2 of my academic team boys looking depressed when a game wasn't going well, but I can only post kids' photos on the school blog now, so that's out.
So, cemeteries.
Yup, that's what I came up with: cemeteries.
I actually have lots of European cemetery photos taken with a film camera, but not so many with digital, so here's one great got-the-blues/death-is-sobering snap of a lonely cemetery in Orphir in the Orkney Islands north of Scotland. The light's nice on this one, I think.
And, in contrast to this green cemetery on an island (the sea is right over the hill), here's a dry, dusty shot taken on an autumn day so hazy you can't even see the mountains across the valley.
The sandstone headstones here are unmarked because very little is known about the people they represent. (The small ones are children; the larger ones are adults.) In the 1980s, construction workers in downtown Salt Lake City found a small burial plot that turned out to belong to some of the earliest white settlers in the valley. Long before DNA testing was available, it was impossible to verify more than a couple of the identities. Originally, the plan was to put the bodies in the city cemetery, but then someone suggested that they be placed up the mountainside from Old Deseret Village, a living history museum at the mouth of Emigration Canyon, which was the entrance point to the valley before roads and trains came through. So, the graves overlook the valley their inhabitants once traveled over a thousand miles to find. It's a bittersweet tale, just right for the blues, I think.
(Remember to click on the photos to see them full size.)
Monday, May 23, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Photo Non-Contest #145 -- Vehicular (Part 2)
Written Inc's theme this week is "vehicular." Yesterday I did boats, so today it's a different form of transportation:
I took this last summer. It's a row of replica handcarts on a street in the living history museum of Old Deseret Village in Salt Lake City. Between 1856 and 1860, ten companies of Mormon pioneers who were too poor to afford covered wagons and oxen, which were the favored mode of transportation for those coming West, traveled with their belongings in handcarts, which were basically just big, wooden, wheelbarrows. Obviously, many of these people died along the way, and, in retrospect, it does seem incredibly foolish that these poor immigrants didn't find work in the East first and earn enough money to come West with more stable protection. However, the handcart pioneers are revered by most Mormons today, and the handcart has become the symbol of pioneering, faith, and endurance.
Personally, I'm glad that my ancestors had the sense to come by wagon, as every last one of their families made it to the valley in reasonable health, but folks like that don't seem to get the glory of the less sensible ones.
In any case, these particular handcarts are dragged out for a parade every 24th of July, which is Pioneer Day in Utah, a state holiday that marks the arrival of the first Mormon settlers on July 24, 1847. The irony is, of course, that the first handcarts didn't make it on the scene for nearly a decade after that date.
Anyway, I like the wheels in the picture.
I took this last summer. It's a row of replica handcarts on a street in the living history museum of Old Deseret Village in Salt Lake City. Between 1856 and 1860, ten companies of Mormon pioneers who were too poor to afford covered wagons and oxen, which were the favored mode of transportation for those coming West, traveled with their belongings in handcarts, which were basically just big, wooden, wheelbarrows. Obviously, many of these people died along the way, and, in retrospect, it does seem incredibly foolish that these poor immigrants didn't find work in the East first and earn enough money to come West with more stable protection. However, the handcart pioneers are revered by most Mormons today, and the handcart has become the symbol of pioneering, faith, and endurance.
Personally, I'm glad that my ancestors had the sense to come by wagon, as every last one of their families made it to the valley in reasonable health, but folks like that don't seem to get the glory of the less sensible ones.
In any case, these particular handcarts are dragged out for a parade every 24th of July, which is Pioneer Day in Utah, a state holiday that marks the arrival of the first Mormon settlers on July 24, 1847. The irony is, of course, that the first handcarts didn't make it on the scene for nearly a decade after that date.
Anyway, I like the wheels in the picture.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Photo Non-Contest #145 -- Vehicular
"I dreamt last night I got on the boat to heaven,
And by some chance I had brought my dice along.
And there I stood, and I hollered, 'Someone fade me,'
But the people, they knew right from wrong.
The people all said, "Sit down! Sit down; you're rockin' the boat!
And the devil will drag you under by the sharp lapels of your checkered coat.
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down! Sit down; you're rockin' the boat!'"
("Sit Down; You're Rockin' The Boat" from the musical "Guys and Dolls")
This week's theme: vehicular. Courtesy of Written Inc.
Max will do all the car photos, so I figured I'd do boats. I took all these photos on my trip to Oregon last summer. (Top: the Mary D. Hume, then the harbor in Crescent City, CA. Then two shots of Wheeler Bay.)
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