Well, here is installment two of the 22 underpublished J.D. Salinger stories.This time the story is The Young Folks. It was published in the magazine Story XVI, March-April 1940.
Enjoy
thanks again to freeweb.hu
Well, here is installment two of the 22 underpublished J.D. Salinger stories.
Steel Company. One of the buildings along the siding. JT took the same picture from a different angle.
I like the contrast of the railroad spike against the white silica. There were three or four in the same area but this one seemed to be pointing in the right direction. *Detail*
The cool part of this ball of baling twine is in the not and shadow. It looks warm against the cold blue and brown cinders. I also think it is kind of an odd place for a ball of twine don't you? *Detail*
This looks like a peice of driftwood washed up on a stone covered beach. The warmth of the rusted rail feels all alive and the worn wood feels dead. Pretty good huh? I am an Artiste! If only there would have been something really cool in the middle of this natural frame. What...too cheesy? *Detail*
This was the first picture I took. The sun really was deceptive because I thought everything kind of had the same monotone look aboout it. This steel coil in fact jumps right at you just like it jumped right at me. *Detail*
Finally, my favorite. No that is not a salt shaker. It's a manhole cover. Reminds me of a Bob Mould album cover. Or maybe a cracker? I was having a hard time taking this picture because the sun was glaring off it in every direction it seemed. When I stood blocking the sun it looked like a plain old sewer cover. *Detail*
Same cover from a different angle. I really like this one as well. Different angle, different color. I thik it has unique contrast and the steel has an almost purple hue to it.
If you have been to Johnny's blog already you would have learned that we went to the river and snapped some photos. He got his post up first but I took a lot more pics so it took me longer to go through them. I won't bore you with the Opera Shaft story because he went into it a bit at nosmot blog.
This is the biggest of three cranes at the Opera Shaft site. Hanging from this crane was what looked like some type of grinder/digger. Very heavy, maybe 20 feet tall, and possessing two massive toothed gear things at the end.
I am not sure what these stairs go to. It looked like some kind of machine but there were rows of them. Holding tanks of some kind? Cooling tanks for water for the grinding thing?
Here you can see the amount of these giant green metal box's. I count nine sets of stairs and there is no telling how many there were behind me.
Detail of my favorite green box with yellow crane behind it. I thought it read DEAD at first glance. Anyway, I like the idea of naming a band DEAD, but spelling it DE5D. Yeah, I know I am strange. The longer I look at this shot the more I think of this and, I'm sad to say, this.
The first flight of stairs facing east. It is really too bad that there is so much garbage laying around because this should be a landmark of some kind. Perhaps some of us should put together a Cool Things You Have Not Seen In Portland walking tour.
I know JT does not like his picture taken but this angle facing up the final flight of stairs railing facing north was too neat to pass up. You can't really get a feel for the railing's mass from this shot. Plenty of crumbling concrete I tell you. I like the moss as well.
Looking down Grand Avenue from a landing midway up. It appears to have an adverse bank to it. You can get a feel of how tall the viaduct is from here.
More of the Gothic Cathedral architecture of the railing. The sun was just right so it was hard to take a bad picture.
The Stairway has all sorts of life to it. There is a tree groing directly underneath Grand. If you have not seen JT's photos of the tree check it out here. It is totally in the shade but has managed to survive all this time. There were even baby trees groing next to it.
Narwhale! A little bit of Value Horse's tidy spray technique. Wonder what HAVE Means? This is also the train car that the kid was taking photos of on Nosmot blog.
Opposite end of the Narwhale car. More Value Horse. I really like the vivid paint and block drop shadow.
I guess I am obsessed with doorways. I am going to have to do a little neuroscientific research to see if it means I am going nutso. Shadowy 444. Love it!
Slowly decomposing bird. Johnny, being the vegetarian wuss that he is, wouldn't take this shot. I love the color of the thing. It reminds me a little of Russell Mills' art on David Sylvian's Secrets of the Beehive album.
Jerome David Salinger, b. New York City, Jan. 1, 1919
As mentioned at sellwoodstreet blog and nosmot blog in previous posts as well as here on this blog, here is the Westinghouse post I have been working on.
South end. Immediatly inside this large overhead door is a pit of some kind. Not visible in this shot is the parking lot that contains pallet after pallet of what appears to be water pipes.
Rows and rows of windows make up the Kerby Avenue side of the Westinghouse building. I really like the old lighting fixture. The west side is inside the fence so I have no idea what it looks like close up.
One of hundreds of broken windows that make up the east outside wall. This was the only one I found with something sheilding it on the inside. I thought the smokey broken glass and little holes had a nice look.
Because Nosmot got the broken window picture that looked like a pigeon I found a different "neat" smash. That does look like a bullet hole in the next window over doesn't it?
Poking the camera through the very window towards the ceiling.
Did I mention there were some broken windows? This is looking through the building towards the south end.
Almost the full length of the building looking towards the north end. I really liked the way the sunspots projected on the floor. You can't really see it here but I assure you it is cool.
Northwest corner of the ceiling. Check out the years of tar roof seeping through the cracks. The roof here is the only place I recall the sun not beaming through.
Straight overhead. The end of an electrical hoist track. Notice the aforementioned cracks in the ceiling.
Overhead towards the south end of the building. Those cracks are becoming out-and-out holes now.
Where the south and west walls meet. As you can see there is more sunlight hitting the floor here giving that cool effect I talked about before. The yellow safety tape is around the pit in the south end's floor.
Pabst Blue Ribbon at the Pshah! now known as The Lucky Dog Cafe.
Pabst Blue Ribbon Tall Boy at the Clinton Street Pub. That bartender is cute if you can't tell in the picture.
Makers on the rocks with a Fat Tire back at Pshah! I beleave that is my friend John's arm in the shot. Really the only time I drink Makers anymore is when I am with John.
Pabst Blue Ribbon and water at The Speak Easy.
I have been wanting to find a good Jazz blog and found a few plus some very interesting related blogs. Almost all of them have rare albums to download so if you have been wanting to hear new funk, afro-cuban, soul jazz, Brazilian jazz, erotic soundtrack, weird pop, surf rock or even that weird Italian robot sex lounge music, get thee to one of these sites.
This four square block of industry off of Interstate Avenue is so cool. The only folk we saw were kids eating lunch at the stained glass factory down there. Everything is "BIG" here in one way or another so we stayed and went for it.
This may or may not have been on the Westinghouse building but I can't remember so I stuck it here. I can here that valve squeek and groan without even turning it.
Infront of Vlad Vladmaster's workshop? The deadly nightshade appears to be pulling this blue bike right from it's wheels. I realize it's in disrepair but it's cool enough that I would still try to ride it.
The red "S" framing the window was cool but I apparently have some trouble framing pictures. Beleave me, it's an S.
Another door, but this time Satanic. Bielzebub sells Polyurethane to your mom...IN HELL!!
Nosmot snapping that N. Thompson Street sign.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Elvis has left the building. Push button to see where he went.