There is no ocean in Utah. Maybe, technically, there isn’t in California. But there are beaches. My brother-in-law directed the group of us to this one Friday night, and we stood and watched as dusk got darker. As we were leaving, we saw three guys in a white pickup attach a chain to a sigh and tear it down, then drive away. We took down the license plate, but I don’t think anyone got around to reporting it in the end.
Waiting for our flight Saturday, my Mom and I explored a bit—in “Little Italy,” apparently. There were a fair number of antique-style shops, including this salvage hardware store. Buildings getting torn down has always bothered me. It is so permanent once they are torn down. And old ones so often disappear to put up new ones, which bothers me as well. I have always thought salvage was a good idea. Save what you can—the old is often so much more beautiful.
This is the Great Salt Lake from the plane. Electronics—like digital cameras—aren’t allowed at this point, as the plane is landing. It was so lovely, though. So I took the picture.
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You bad monkey, you could have brought down the plane with your point and shoot camera! How wreckless! ;)
Those are lovely photos you took. I especially love the one of the Great Salt Lake - it looks like a painting.
I understand what you're saying about buildings being torn down, and something inside me thinks the same thing, but I'm also fascinated by it all as well. They've been tearing down the ZCMI and Crossroads, and it's been amazing to witness. I've got loads of (blurry) pictures.
I like how the colors change all the time around here - it's like a mood ring... except mood color scheme!
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