“Posters, LIverpool” — A wall covered with posters in the Ropewalks district, Liverpool.
Every city has a unique character — though my perceptions can be affected by which parts of a city I visit, what I do there, and even the season. When we spent a few days in Liverpool recently, it was almost always gray and often wet, and our lodgings were in a section of the city that is vibrant and alive, though with some rough edges.
“Windows and Yellow Wall, Pena Palace” — Pena Palace windows and yellow walls on a rainy day, Portugal.
The Pena Palace sits on the summit of a ridge above the town of Sintra, a short train ride from Lisbon. From a distance the place seems unreal, given its location, its architecture, and its striking color scheme. Up close the weathering changes the effect a bit, but in a way that only seems to make the place a bit more mysterious.
“Largo do Peneireiro” — Colorful streamers above narrow streets in the Alfama District, Lisbon.
This is a little street scene in Lisbon’s Alfama neighborhood. The area rises from the river’s edge toward the hill of the St. George Castle. This was the original center of Lisbon before it expanded, and it later was the home of less wealthy citizens of the city. Its age (it escaped destruction in the 18th-century earthquake that destroyed much of Lisbon ) means that the area retains the original narrow and twisting streets.
“Mining Ruins, Death Valley National Park” — Ruins of an miner’s cabin, Death Valley National Park.
Among American national parks, Death Valley is known for extensive and diverse evidence of human presence. There are traces of ancient people from the time of European immigrants and their descendants. More recently, members of the latter group came to this landscape as prospectors and miners. Today, even in the most remote parts of the park, you can find their decaying remnants, like this old cabin.
I have visited this site for years, and each time I ponder what it must have been like to live and work in a place like this. It is high in desert mountains, without trees or water, and most people would regard it as desolate. Nearby is a small mine that appears to have been worked by hand. Over the years that I have visited the tiny cabin has continued to deteriorate, and I cannot imagine that it will last much longer.