This is a photo of my maternal grandfather at age 11, taken in 1913. His name was George and he was Dutch, part of a family that were early immigrants to New York.
One of the questions that comes to mind, when viewing and shooting street art is: what does this say about our society/culture? Some people view it as vandalism while others view it as a form of contemporary art. Because the palette is in or near a public space does that change the dynamics? Or. like the images I have been presenting, are mostly out of the view of the public, but on a BNSF railway right of way does that change things? To get this space both the artist and I have to trespass across those railroad tracks. The palette in these works is just a retaining wall, so maybe the work enhances the large, drab concrete space?
I guess it begs the age old question: What is art?
We all have to answer that for ourselves, I guess.
I shot this years ago, on my Minolta X-700 35mmSLR, at Gas Works Park in Seattle. I was taking a photography workshop and they did field trips on the weekends. We met up at different locations and just wandered around, shooting whatever we wanted. If you ever run across a group of lost-looking photographers wandering about a public space, it is probably a class or workshop on a field trip or exercise.
PS: Eight months on and I’m still wearing a boot due to the fractured 4th metatarsal bone. I haven’t been out much with my camera. Poor weather ( typical for Seattle) is also a factor. So, I’ve dug into the archives and re-edited some old film images to post. Just for those doubters, here is the latest X-ray of right foot taken two weeks ago. Little or no healing, so I am now using a device called a Bone Stimulator that attaches to the foot, directly over the fracture. The theory is: wave pulses are sent to the affected area, which is supposed to increase blood flow which = bone growth. Hoping it works!
Just a few blocks from our house this view presents itself. This view is looking southwest along Marine View Drive and Puget Sound. When I took daily walks I would walk along this section of Marine View Drive. One of the perks of living where we do; just a few minutes walk from a pretty cool view. Hasn’t changed much in the 60 years I have lived in Arbor Heights.
Aug. 1955. Me fishing on the Duwamsh River.
I’ve been exploring the South Park area of Seattle on Sundays for 10+ years. It’s a unique mix of light industry and residential that hugs the Duwamish River on the East and the hills, that lead to White Center, on the West. It’s a gritty step back in time. Slowly most of the scrap metal businesses have been shut down, closed or the land sold. In time this area will probably look like many other gentrified neighborhoods, but it will be a slower transition here so it is fun to explore and document what is there now.
When I was four years old I actually lived in South Park for about a year before my parents moved. We lived very close to the river. I have a photo of myself at that age ‘fishing’ on the Duwamish River near our apartment. I think I have posted it, but if not I can do that. One of the few photos of me from my childhood ( see above -I found the image). For some reason I keep coming back to this area of Seattle.