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I wish I had wings so that I could fly like an eagle to the highest points upon the earth and dip into the lowest realms to see all the beauty of this magnificent world we live in. Collaboration with Marvin Collins image of a Hawk “Surveying His Domain” and my image “Grand Canyon – Afternoon”. The Grand Canyon is a steep-sided gorge carved by the Colorado River in the United States state of Arizona. It is largely contained within the Grand Canyon National Park — one of the first national parks in the United States. President Theodore Roosevelt was a major proponent of preservation of the Grand Canyon area, and visited on numerous occasions to hunt and enjoy the scenery. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia For those of you who are familiar with Marvin’s magnificent world of birds, this is a collaboration with one of my favorites of Marvin’s combined with on of my Grand Canyon captures. I am in awe of Marvin’s wonderful bird photography. I wanted to see this one against a backdrop that would enhance both images for a perfect marriage of photographic work of two artist’s images captured in Arizona, USA. Marvin’s fabulous image…Shot in Marana AZ “Surveying His Domain” I combined Marvin’s image with my Grand Canyon – Afternoon shot taken a few months ago on my first trip ever to see this wonderful natural wonder of the world “Grand Canyon – Afternoon” I first enhanced the Grand Canyon with Photomatix HDR. Then I used Photoshop CS3 and copied Marvin’s image of the Hawk onto the clipboard and pasted it into the Canyon image. Once I had moved the Hawk where I wanted it in the image, I merged the two. Next, I used Micrografx to clean up the edges where the two images were merged. Finally, I used Micrografx Lighting effects to enhance and bring out the image of the Hawk for a more dramatic final effect. HDR enhanced “Other National Park Images” Grand Canyon – Afternoon Wotan’s Throne Grand Canyon Grand Canyon Mather Point Skull Rock Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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Obama in Diamonds
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As you travel further into the town of Chloride, you will see a wonderful old rusty crusty, falling to bits truck on your right, the photographers dream. It still has a load of hay on it and sports a picturesque delight for your camera. Stop and take a picture for your collection before you travel down the road into the heart of town. Look for more old vehicles, tractors and mining equipment during your visit. You will not be disappointed. Annual Car Show / On the second Saturday in October, some of the nation’s finest automobiles travel to Chloride for the Annual Car Show. Spectators line the streets to watch these magnificent machines slowly travel the streets of town. Trophies and other prizes are awarded to winners in several categories. Food vendors, jewelry vendors, antique vendors, and junk dealers add to the gala affair sponsored by Shep’s Miner’s Inn. Also included in the mix of festivities is a mock gunfight scheduled at high noon. Desert USA Many movies and commercials have been filmed in and around Chloride through the years. Entertainment can be found 5 nights a week including 2 gunfight reenactment troupes. More about this later. This is the third of a series about the mining town of Chloride, Arizona. First in this series Welcome to Chloride Second in this series Chloride Welcome Mural Fourth in this series Chloride General Store Fifth in this series Chloride Bank Sixth in this series Chloride Old Red House Seventh in this series Chloride – Yesterdays Restaurant Eighth in this series Chloride – Yesterdays – Hospitality Ninth in this series Chloride – Entertainment Tenth in this series Chloride – Yesterdays Mural Eleventh in this series Chloride – Jail Twelfth in this series Chloride – Theatre Thirteenth in this series Chloride – Saloon Chloride Calendar Welcome to Chloride HDR enhanced Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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Barack Obama Rasta Colors Stencil
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I come to the garden alone / While the dew is still on roses / And the voice I hear falling / On my ear the son of God discloses And He walks with me and He talks with me / And He tells me I am His own / And the joy we share as we tarry there / None other has ever known He speaks and the sound of His voice / Is so sweet the birds hush their singing / And the melody that He gave to me / Within my heart is ringing And He walks with me and He talks with me / And He tells me I am His own / And the joy we share as we tarry there / None other has ever known Song Name: He Walks with Me / Artist Name:Anne Murray / Songwriter: T Whitson / Release Date: 1979.01.01 Many people have sung this song including Elvis Presley, Merle Haggard, Alan Jackson and many others. It is one of the most beautiful spiritual songs ever written. This art was inspired by this wonderful song which reminds me that there is always a place where I can go and get away from the world…and He will be there for me. It is not that He is not there for me anywhere else…it is just that I often need to get away from the world and spend time in the garden with Him. I took this photo just north of the city of Orange, California a few years ago. I wanted to give it a more otherworldly effect to portray this lovely song. I altered the hues with Photoshop CS3 and then applied the Orton effect to achieve the final result. Digital art. Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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Ps 36:5: ¶ Thy mercy, O LORD, is in the heavens; and thy faithfulness reacheth unto the clouds. / Ps 36:6: Thy righteousness is like the great mountains; thy judgments are a great deep: O LORD, thou preservest man and beast. / Ps 36:7: How excellent is thy lovingkindness, O God! therefore the children of men put their trust under the shadow of thy wings. / ________ This image was taken at the Huntington Library Botanical gardens a few years back. It was taken in the Springtime. I combiined the original image with one of my hawk images. Merged the two in Photoshop CS3 then added the Orton effect for the final results. Digitaly enhanced art. The Huntington’s superb botanical gardens cover 120 acres (485,624 m²) and the theme gardens contain rare plants from around the world. The gardens are divided into more than a dozen themes, including the Australian Garden, Camellia Collection, Children’s Garden, Desert Garden Conservatory, Conservatory for Botanical Science, Desert Garden, Herb Garden, Japanese Garden, Lily Pond, North Vista, Palm Garden, Rose Garden, Shakespeare garden, Subtropical and Jungle Garden and a Chinese Garden (Liu Fang Yuan 流芳園 or the Garden of Flowing Fragrance) now open in the northern end of the property. In addition, a large open field planted with Eucalyptus trees serves as a re-created “Australian Outback.” The Huntington has a program to protect and propagate endangered plant species. In 1999 and 2002, a specimen of Amorphophallus titanum, or “corpse flower”, bloomed at the facility. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia The Huntington Library was named after its founder Henry E. Huntington. It’s official name and location is: The Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens / 1151 Oxford Road, San Marino, CA 91108 626-405-2100 Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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A brief candle; both ends burning / An endless mile; a bus wheel turning / A friend to share the lonesome times / A handshake and a sip of wine / So say it loud and let it ring / We are all a part of everything / The future, present and the past / Fly on proud bird / You’re free at last. - written by Charlie Daniels, en route to the funeral for his friend, Ronnie Van Zant of the band, Lynyrd Skynyrd. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / all rights reserved. photo taken at teton state hospital. / more of my work is available at www.abandonedamerica.org
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easily one of the grandest and most ornate asylums ever built, / algonquin river state hospital was a cause of great local controversy during construction / due to running far over budget. the extravagance is evident in the beautiful masonry, / the ornamental woodwork, the stained glass windows with their decorative yet functional iron grating. / olmsted, the man who designed central park, laid out the grounds and the span of the wings / is half a mile, if you walked end to end. / to do so now is impossible. / in an ironic twist, the much-contested (and extremely expensive) yellow pine floors / fared far less impressively over time than those made of other, cheaper materials. / the epic scale of the structural collapse, combined with a devastating fire last summer, / make algonquin river state hospital quite possibly the most deadly building in existence. / floors like the one shown here / give way into gaping abysses, punji pits full of sharp, splintered boards / fanning out from the basement like jagged teeth in the ever-hungry mouth of death itself. / to take this photo i had to make it from the crumbling doorway on the left / onto the sagging mess in the extreme foreground. the floor shifted beneath my feet / and my added weight sent dust and debris cascading ominously into oblivion below. / it was quite possibly the most frightening moment of my life, second only to the one / where i had to get back into the doorway with no real solid ground to support me as i inched closer. / i may not be terribly afraid of death. i may even frequently wish for it. / i am, however, afraid of being paralyzed, of falling onto a rotted shard of floorboard and / laying impaled and broken for hours, with no real help available. i am not too proud / to admit that i wanted nothing more than to stay in the relative safety of the door frame, / or that i am glad that i will never again have to make the nerve-wracking leap of faith / back to the only exit. / that being said, i would do it again if i had to. there is no better example than algonquin / that all things fall apart, and i feel a certain kinship with it. we are both collapsing inside, / and it is an odd thing to see before your very eyes what you imagine / your own heart looks like. / very odd indeed. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- photo taken at algonquin river state hospital. all rights reserved. / more of my work is available on abandonedamerica.org
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The day summer arrived and it got stinking hot. This shot was taken at 5am and not a cloud in sight. The days temperature climbed up to 40.2°C in Brisbane. Summer is over is just over a week. This morning was certainly what I would expect in winter, crisp, vibrant and cloudless. Keep it coming…love it
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Crown Jewel ~ inspired by the Taj Mahal, which is often referred to as / ‘Poetry in Stone’ The History of Lost Love / Shah Jahan of the Mogul dynasty was yet to accede the throne when he heard about the unsurpassed beauty of Mumtaz. He took Mumtaz as his third wife in 1612. For the next 18 years Shah Jahan and Mumtaz were inseparable. Shah Jahan took his wife along on every journey and war campaign. Over the years Mumtaz came to be his best friend, his critic and a canny political adviser. Mumtaz was expecting their 14th child when Shah Jahan embarked on a campaign against the Lodhi Empire in 1631. In the heat of the Indian summer, the army traveled to the Deccans. Mumtaz, who had accompanied the emperor, went through a rigorous childbirth. She died in Burhanpur. On her deathbed, she asked her husband to promise her that he would build a monument to their love. Legend has it that he locked himself in his room for eight days without food after Mumtaz passed away. After burying Mumtaz temporarily in Burhanpur, Shah Jahan went about constructing the Taj Mahal in right earnest. He summoned the best architects and artisans from far away lands like Multan, Kannauj, Lahore, Iraq and Persia. He arranged for the best marble from all around. It took 22 years, 22,000 people, 400 elephants and 32 million rupees to build the Taj Mahal. The result: an awe-inspiring structure, which is one of the most globally recognized symbols of grace and beauty. The Magnificent Monument / Built on a raised, square platform it is as tall as a 20-storey building. You enter through an imposing gateway. The complex consists of an elaborate garden set in the typical charbagh style, a mosque, a guesthouse and several other charming buildings. The mausoleum itself stands at the farthest end of the complex, right along the Yamuna River. The signature central dome (58 ft in diameter and 213 ft high) is truly magnificent and is echoed in the smaller domed chambers on all sides. The four slender minarets that rise from the corners of the mausoleum complete the picture of symmetry. The undisputed majesty and beauty is further reflected in the exquisite artistry created by inspired artisans from Baghdad, Shiraz and Bukhara. Exquisite floral patterns and calligraphy on both the exterior and interior were inlaid with precious stones such as jasper and agate. Quotations from the Koran were etched into stone archways; a pinnacle was set on the central dome; and thus came to life the most splendid resting place a lover could ever hope to find on this planet! By Ravi Kunjithai / Beautiful intricate abstract design bursting forth in hues of light blue and gray, yellow / orange, and even a hint of rose, all interspersed with lovely metalic golds. All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
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One of my newest works. A bit experimental…and still ‘trying’ to capture the poetic thing in my images. Hopefully, title aside…these new works are a little more open to interpretation. Version Two using a public domain image by Huzzar: Humming Bird – Texas
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if one cares at all for the truth, it is important / to periodically step back and look at what defines / the world around us, and by extension, ourselves. / in algonquin river state hospital’s case, it is defined by / its grand ambitions and idealistic foundation / and now, by the collapse of these noble ambitions. / it is a place haunted by the scores of tragedies that litter its past, / by its inability to integrate into the world around it, / and its inevitable decline into obsolescence and disrepair - / much like me. / if i were to be honest, i don’t want to see it demolished, / but i don’t want to see it restored either. / it is what it is because of these things, / and its status as some behemoth / enshrouded in its own obscurity and decay makes it / larger than life, legendary even. / to tear it down to make some development or store / seems so pedestrian, insultingly dull, in much the same way as / trying to undo all of the damage wrought upon it, / cleaning it and sterilizing it and packaging it for the masses / ultimately belittles what it truly is. you may look at it / and wince at the sheer scale of the calamity it has become, / but no matter what you think it has finally revealed its true nature, / and has become something far more intricate and ornate / than our ordinary world, / with its gray cubicles and prefabricated sentiments, allows. / to see algonquin river state hospital, you have to actively seek it, / much like you are making a pilgrimage to some hallowed site / that is a shrine to all that fails, all hopes that are smashed by time. / to change it, to ‘save’ it, ultimately destroys it anyway. / and so too, i suppose there is something necessary about / my own longing to leave this world. if i were not consumed by my / relentless desire for my own destruction, why would i seek such things? / sometimes it is the very things that eat us apart, / that ultimately kill us, even, that are our own defining characteristics. / i have no delusions about my own greatness, or lack thereof, but nevertheless / if edgar allen poe wouldn’t have followed a trajectory that left him / dead in some back street’s gutter, if van gogh hadn’t followed a path / of loneliness so severe that it drove him mad - / would we ever know of their works? would they even have accomplished any? / i postulate that dissatisfaction is the mother of creation. / without it we have no incentive to create or to change, as / contentment is suspicious of change, lest it throw off comfortable equilibrium. / and so i suppose my own defining characteristics are a necessary evil. / were i to be happy, were i not to suffer, / this work that i do that defines me, that is paradoxically one of my only joys / would likely cease to be as well. / i don’t want to be a walmart, a business park, a playground. / when i am gone, let it be left to those few who care / to wonder at what drove me to do what i do, and / what frightening and magnificent things i saw in places like this. / i have chosen this path and where it will lead me, all in the hope that / it will entertain, edify, and maybe even enlighten / those of you gracious enough to join me and peer into my life through / the small window of my camera’s lens. / this is my downward spiral in all its splendor, friends. / enjoy. / -—-—-—-—-—-——- / photo taken at algonquin river state hospital. / more of my work is online at www.abandonedamerica.org
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Southbank 2 Some other lensbaby photos
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there is something eerie about staring down through / the remains of rooms where the flooring has collapsed. / it goes beyond the mortal fear of falling and death, / beyond the realization that there but for the grace of god go i. / maybe there is some inate sense that this is not something that is or should be possible. / it is like staring through holes torn in the fabric of different dimensions / and it throws off your balance and perspective, leaving everything askew. / splintered shards of boards jut off at illogical angles, / heavy radiators dangle from pipes like rusted fruit on steel vines, / and doorways swing outward into cavernous voids. / people once walked, talked, worked, and slept / along these planes now almost entirely inaccessable to man. / distant portals open to rooms and wards whose secrets will remain hidden / until they are erased by decay, by fire, by the wrecking ball. / there is always this pervasive sense that these are the areas where the answers lie, / that if one only pushes a little harder, takes a few more risks / this search for who knows what will produce some tangible results / and this consuming drive well somehow be rewarded with / reprieve, release, redemption. / this is the nature of my obsession. when you look at me, / you should see not what lies before you / my physical shell, a fragmented collection of skin and bones and blood. / you should see the conspicuous absence of what i was, what i could be, / of my very spirit, which has divorced itself from my corporeal form. / i once walked and talked, worked and slept along planes / now almost entirely inaccessable to man. / even now as we speak i am drifting somewhere, restless / stuck in limbo, in the space between floors. / -—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— more available at my (recently updated) site, www.abandonedamerica.org / photo taken at algonquin state hospital / all rights reserved. may not be reproduced without permission.
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I witnessed several launches when I was stationed at Patrick AFB, FL. My group provided emergency back-up communication for the shuttle on Cape Canaveral. This is an old picture and it has been difficult to restore it. The Columbia burned up in the atmosphere a few years ago. The debris spread over Texas. The Challenger exploded shorty after lift off in the late 1980’s. /
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After you pass the bank you will see the Old Red House on your left. Many of the people in Chloride sell handmade jewelry, antiques, and just plain junk. Who knows what treasure you will find in this yard or behind those doors. Only by opening the door will you find the answer. Chloride-Arizona is a very scarcely-populated town, but 20,000 tourists around the world come every year, stopping at the Visitor Center in the Mine Shaft Market, where shop owners sell jewelry and antiques. Local Chloride Attractions In Chloride / The town itself, the old bank, old train station, jail, Cyanide Springs, murals, mines, and mine shafts. There are lots of trails for hiking, biking, off road riding, and horseback riding. Above the town are two BLM campgrounds: Windy Point and Packsaddle. From this vantage point a person can see land in four different states: Arizona, California, Nevada, and Utah. The view is absolutely spectacular. All Town Yard Sale / Citizens of Chloride and the surrounding community hold an all town yard sale the first Saturday in May and October. Lots of bargains on antiques and general junk are available. The Historical Society of Chloride traditionally holds a bake sale and includes some of the finest pastries ever eaten by human beings. NAME: Chloride / COUNTY: Mohave / ROADS: 2WD / CLIMATE: Warm winter, hot summer / BEST TIME TO VISIT: Winter, fall, spring SOME EVENTS and INFORMATION: BLACKPOWDER SHOOT The Chloride Muzzle Loaders hold regular shoots on the 1st and 3rd Saturday of each month. Contact Frank Shaw, Post Office Box 513 in Chloride for additional information. e and TOWN HALL FOR RENT RENT THE CHLORIDE TOWN HALL for your wedding, reception, party, event or meeting. Call 928 565-2204 to reserve your dates. Recreation is abundant within easy driving range of Chloride, forty minutes to Lake Mohave, and Lake Mead is only a little farther. Boating, fishing, water skiing and swimming can be enjoyed at these lakes year round. Rockhounds find our district very interesting. The bright lights of Laughlin are only one hour away. HDR enhanced This is sixth of a series about the mining town of Chloride, Arizona. First in this series Welcome to Chloride Second in this series Chloride Welcome Mural Third in this series Chloride Truck Fourth in this series Chloride General Store Fifth in this series Chloride Bank Seventh in this series Chloride – Yesterdays Restaurant Eighth in this series Chloride – Yesterdays – Hospitality Ninth in this series Chloride – Entertainment Tenth in this series Chloride – Yesterdays Mural Eleventh in this series Chloride – Jail Twelfth in this series Chloride – Theatre Thirteenth in this series Chloride – Saloon Chloride Calendar Welcome to Chloride HDR enhanced Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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photo taken at algonquin river state hospital. / more of my work is available at www.abandonedamerica.org
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Ha’iku Maui Hawai’i
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This picture was taken on the trip back down from the summit of Pikes Peak in Colorado Springs, CO.
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When you first arrive in Chloride you will see the welcome sign to your right. Beside the Welcome sign, you will see this mural. It has had its share of desert heat an wear, but it introduces you to the people and spirit of the town. A fun place with a lot of fun people. I had several people ask how it got its name so I did some research and here is what I learned. Depending on what you read or to whom you speak, Chloride had its beginnings in the early 1860s – 1862 or 1863. The reason for its beginning is pretty well agreed upon. Silver, Silver Chloride! Hence, the name of the village….Chloride. Many metals were actually mined in Chloride including gold, silver, lead, zinc, copper, molybdenum, and vanadium with silver being the predominate ore. Soldiers from Fort Mohave were more interested in the gold and silver than maintaining law and order. Until a peace treaty was signed with the Native Americans, no one else was too interested in the area until after 1870. / Chloride, Arizona HDR enhanced This is the second of a series about the mining town of Chloride, Arizona. First in this series Welcome to Chloride Third in this series Chloride Truck Fourth in this series Chloride General Store Fifth in this series Chloride Bank Sixth in this series Chloride Old Red House Seventh in this series Chloride – Yesterdays Restaurant Eighth in this series Chloride – Yesterdays – Hospitality Ninth in this series Chloride – Entertainment Tenth in this series Chloride – Yesterdays Mural Eleventh in this series Chloride – Jail Twelfth in this series Chloride – Theatre Thirteenth in this series Chloride – Saloon Chloride Calendar Welcome to Chloride HDR enhanced Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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This is another shot of the Grand Canyon shot a couple of months ago on my first trip to ever see this magnificent wonder of the world. Most visitors to the park come to the South Rim, arriving on Arizona Highway 64. The Highway enters the park through the South Entrance, near Tusayan, Arizona, and heads eastward, leaving the park through the East Entrance. This is the road we took when visiting the Grand Canyon. All park accommodations are operated by the Xanterra corporation. Park headquarters are at Grand Canyon Village, a short distance from the South Entrance, being also the center of the most popular viewpoints. Some thirty miles of the South Rim are accessible by road. Grand Canyon National Park is one of the United States’ oldest national parks and is located in Arizona. Within the park lies the Grand Canyon, a gorge of the Colorado River, considered to be one of the major natural wonders of the world. The park covers 1,902 mi² (4927 km²) of unincorporated area in Coconino County and Mohave County. The area around the Grand Canyon became a national monument on January 11, 1908 and was designated national park on February 26, 1919. The creation of the park was an early success of the environmental conservation movement; its National Park status may have helped thwart proposals to dam the Colorado River within its boundaries. (Lack of this fame may have enabled Glen Canyon Dam to be built upriver, flooding Glen Canyon and creating Lake Powell.) UNESCO has declared it as a World Heritage Site. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia HDR enhanced “Other National Park Images” All I Survey Wotan’s Throne Grand Canyon Grand Canyon Mather Point Skull Rock / Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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A very close view of the delicate fibers of a sea sponge glowing with golden light and a beautiful natural abstract quality. All artwork is © Rhonda L. Hall, All Rights Reserved. You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent. sc
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As you travel down the main road entering the little town of Chloride, after you pass a fantastic old hay truck on your right, you will come to the Chloride General Store which will be located on your left. In front of a former service station, vintage gas pumps wait for customers who will never return. The town was named for the chloride silver ore that was discovered nearby in 1863. Chloride has been served by both stage coaches and trains during its colorful history. By the start of the 20th century there were over 2000 residents, but when World War II closed the mines, the people moved on. Several vintage buildings remain; the general store dates from 1928. As with many mining towns, the buildings were built of wood and many original buildings were lost to fires. However, there are still a few of the originals around; the old bank vault, the 2 room jail, the old Santa Fe Railroad Station, and the post office is today located in what was once the old pool hall. That same post office (though it has changed locations) is said to be the oldest continually functioning post office in Arizona. Chloride sits at an elevation of 4,009 ft above sea level; high desert flora & fauna! Chloride lies under the Cerbat Mountains and is one of oldest mining communities in Arizona. Situated between Kingman, AZ and Boulder City, NV, just a few miles off the major “NAFTA” highway US 93, main corridor from Mexico to Canada. Turn east at mile post marker 53, onto Mohave County Rte 125. A few miles off the main highway and many miles back in time. It is a small village of 250 people with 1 motel, 2 restaurants, 2 bars, 1 convenience store and several gift shops. More about them later. This is the fourth of a series about the mining town of Chloride, Arizona. first in this series Welcome to Chloride Second in this series Chloride Welcome Mural Third in this series Chloride Truck Fifth in this series Chloride Bank Sixth in this series Chloride Old Red House Seventh in this series Chloride – Yesterdays Restaurant Eighth in this series Chloride – Yesterdays – Hospitality Ninth in this series Chloride – Entertainment Tenth in this series Chloride – Yesterdays Mural Eleventh in this series Chloride – Jail Twelfth in this series Chloride – Theatre Thirteenth in this series Chloride – Saloon Chloride Calendar Welcome to Chloride HDR enhanced. Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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