As alleys go, this one was pretty funky. This little commercial strip has been around since the sixties and maybe even the fifties.
This stuff is pretty funky, isn't it?
It looks kind of desolate in this alley, doesn't it?
A bit gritty as well.
Lots left to go!
Variations on themes.
The blogger interface is becoming a bit dodgy, by the way.
It's like, some components are slow to load. But I will carry on, as well as I can, doing this important work of documentation.
Ground truth, a little piece of a city closely examined.
It's hard to be sure, but this might have been the alley behind U.V. Blake, where one could at one time buy vinyl records and modest portable stereos, and phono cartridges and needles for phono cartridges. Maybe radios, too. It's all been too long ago.
That is all for this day. Ground truth, like hamburger, is not good for us, but we like it anyway. Heh. Heh.
Someday that alley might not be there. Then we'll have something to remember it by. Just as it was, way, way, back in 2020. In the Dark Ages.
This is what they had back then. Not very pretty, is it? You've got to feel sorry for those folks back in the 21st Century.
Clearly, they had a thing for wires. Wars too. From this era we have the legends of War Rogers, the Bazooka Buckaroo. And his horse, Buttermilk. Nobody has yet been able to determine what "buttermilk" meant, or was. Truly a mystery.
Well, I am a long way from being done with this.
It was a pleasant morning when I made this photo trek.
It was only last weekend but seems like ages ago.
Maybe lurking around in places like this can change one's sense of time as well as one's sense of scale. But that's a risk that must be taken, in the quest for photographic ground truth. Where the technicolor fun and fantasy fits into this scheme I don't know. Maybe it doesn't fit at all. Like, I really care. Ha.
This stuff is pretty funky, isn't it?
It looks kind of desolate in this alley, doesn't it?
A bit gritty as well.
Lots left to go!
