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Friday, September 11, 2015

Late August in South Salt Lake City

I was walking around the last week of August and thought I would post what I saw in my ramblings. I was going to call this “Morning Walk with Inferior Camera,” because one day I had only my tablet, but there were too many wonderful things unphotographed on that walk, and I had to do it again with my good camera. There went a great title, down the drain. But at least I have pictures I really like of things the poor tablet just couldn’t do justice to.

The sun was just coming over the mountains and the tablet did its best, which actually produced this interesting effect of sunlight flowing into the grasses.
Just before sunrise is an interesting time to take pictures. Mainly, the light is tricky to work out. If I were a real photographer, or even if I knew all the tricks of my camera, I would get the beautiful soft light shining through the tree, instead of a mere silhouette.

People have the most amazing gardens around here. I love all the flowers, vegetables, and fruits, as well as the interesting objects.

The birds are busy with all the sunflowers.

The gargoyle is probably wondering where his church went.

And the lion just looks sad.

Never thought about putting a shark in a garden. Or is this a piranha?

The sun is up every day here. (ha ha)

I like to look at old houses. In this neighorhood, the ones that are unkempt are running about even with the ones that are well taken care of. However, this first one is in a much, much worse state than anything else in the entire area. Of course, a lot of the houses are rentals, and we all know how easy it is for landlords to let the property go, especially the yards. But it’s curious that this yard is not as bad as its house. Usually it’s the other way around. This house actually looks like a classic haunted house. I stood in front of it trying to imagine what it might have looked like when it was new. I think it was originally all brick, and the plaster/stucco was put on later (ruining the look, I think). The brick work was fancy around the windows, and I presume there was once a sort of porch. Poor old house! How have your fortunes fallen!

The next house looks like something out of a fairy tale, and then the three after that all belonged to Wilford Woodruff, who had a 20-acre farm where this neighborhood now sits.

The farmhouse was built about 1859 (it is the white house below), and the Woodruff Villa (the next one) was finished in 1891, and the last in 1907 for a subsequent generation.

Wilford Woodruff grew many things on this farm, including melons, berries, wheat, oats, sugar cane, and other crops that those who thought they knew better than Woodruff said would not grow in this area. He won awards for his produce and livestock at county and state fairs.

This is the tiny park that marks the location of the first encampment of Mormons in the Salt Lake Valley in 1847, a couple days before Brigham Young arrived and announced “This is the right place.” You can read about it on the plaque that I photographed. Since the street is all torn up these days, it is hard to get to this park just now. Wait a few months. It will be better then.

From an old shop . . .

. . . to a fountain . . .

. . . to a watchful cat. Always end with a cat, who must have the last word.

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