Monday, January 19, 2009

American History

I feel like a newborn out here... with an implanted chip of basic knowledge in my head. So I guess, maybe that makes me a toddler. I'm seeing so much that I'm not used to seeing on the East Coast.

Here are some of yesterday's photos:

On the road to West to Dominguez.

Everything is so big out here.

You can't not take a photo of train tracks.

You can't not take a photo of little berries.

Man, perspective is weird. Who decides so many streaks go across the sun in a photograph?
18mm lens just isn't wide enough to fit the entire sinuous river in the picture.

So much diversity among the rocks.

One of my roommates.





On our way out of the Dominguez area, we saw some petroglyphs. It really sucks that many have been vandalized. It appeared that people were using them as target practice. I'm learning more and more about America.

6 Comments:

At January 20, 2009 at 9:34 AM , Anonymous danny said...

I like how this post is titled "American History," Jeff. On a day like today in American macrohistory, let's also remember to not forget the secret histories: the narrative curve of train tracks, the drawing and targeting of petroglyphs, the little berries. The history books will remember 2 million people in our nation's capital. We've got to remember how jailed down the juice.

 
At January 20, 2009 at 10:47 AM , Blogger Jeff said...

Thanks, Danny. I hadn't thought about it like that, but thanks for bringing that to light. Care to explain "how jailed down the juice"?

 
At January 20, 2009 at 11:07 AM , Blogger christine said...

Your pictures are beautiful, and I love how you compare yourself to a toddler. It is so great to be in a new place, and to find everything around you to be something to learn about.

On a side note, what kind of camera are you using? haha

I'm so glad you are blogging! It is so interesting.

 
At January 21, 2009 at 10:07 AM , Anonymous danny said...

Short answer: it's from this passage of Beloved by Toni Morrison: http://books.google.com/books?id=v0HI4zFjPggC&pg=PA174&lpg=PA174&dq=%22how+loose+the+silk.+how+jailed+down+the+juice.%22&source=web&ots=DMlw38Unfz&sig=mkImTzZrSDr67-aLbwi0sXKugDk&hl=en&sa=X&oi=book_result&resnum=4&ct=result

Longer answer to follow.

 
At January 21, 2009 at 12:39 PM , Blogger Jeff said...

Thanks, Christine! Nikon D80 with an 18-70mm lens.

Where's the long answer, Danny?

 
At January 21, 2009 at 1:05 PM , Anonymous danny said...

Longer answer that's shorter than the Beloved passage but longer than the link: macrohistory and secret history are both history. When you zoom in on macrohistory you see the corn rustling in that field. The Civil War and the inauguration of the president are parts of history. The juices locked in corn kernels and small berries are also parts of history. Your pictures, Jeff, are (y)our secret history.

 

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