Arcade
I don’t know which of the houses in town was the one my dad grew up in. It might have been this one, with the arched arcade of a porch.
Branson, Colorado
photographed 9.5.2016
Posted on December 5, 2016, in Photography and tagged 365 photo project, black and white photography, Branson, Branson Colorado, colorado, Leica, melinda green harvey, monochrome, one day one image, photo a day, photography, postaday. Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.
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Looks a tad abandoned, but interesting….
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Sadly, “a tad abandoned” describes most of the town.
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And is it largely abandoned, derelict??
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Yes – the school is still open, so the place is hanging gone. My grandmother taught there. The bank where my grandfather worked is long gone; it closed during the Depression, which is why the family moved to Texas.
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And you are a part of his hopes and dreams, you were both blessed with each other I suspect.
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We were very much alike, particularly with our senses of humor. My son Nathan has the same kind, as does his older daughter Hannah. Evidently there’s a genetic component…
I wrote this last year when he died; I don’t think you were following the blog then:
https://melindagreenharvey.com/2015/09/14/memory/
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Wish I had known him.
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Thank you – again, you are very kind.
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Thank you, Richard – you are very kind.
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From this vantage point it looks like a property with interesting features.
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I didn’t go any further in – one of my main photographic goals is to emerge from all my photo expeditions without getting shot for trespassing. Call me a coward, maybe, but I’m (so far) a coward without gunshot wounds.
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Do you have old photos that suggest this might be his place?
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No, I really don’t. Those arcades and the light on them caught my eye – that’s all that happened.
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That is a shame. Still captured a “memory” for you in a way.
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Yes, it did.
While we were there, I had a chat with three men riding motorcycles cross-country; they asked me to take their picture in front of the stone jail in Branson.
About two months later, I was at my cousin’s funeral (my dad and her mom were siblings) and I was visiting with her brother, who lives in Georgia. Turns out that among other things, he teaches road safety classes to groups of these long-distance motorcycle riders. I told him about my chat in Branson (where both of our parents were from) and he said, “Yes – Branson is a regular stop on the cross-country routes.” It was…disconcerting.
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Love it! Sorry to bombard with comments all at once –
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Thanks – and no problem with the comment stacking up at once. (I’m usually better than this at answering, too.)
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