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Motel Sign in Ludlow, California on Route 66

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This is a photo of the Ludlow, California Motel Sign on Route 66, a photo taken by Jonas Hansson, a very good Swedish friend of mine, on his trip with his father Hans in 2006 (via their vintage Volvo PV convertible) across the USA on Route 66. With Jonas' permission, I've been selecting some of my favorite photos of their road trip along the "Mother Road" and doing some post processing... enhancing, cropping, tone mapping, special effects, etc.

 

The original photo was not so great. I used Photoshop to crop and enhance the photo, and then my Photoshop filter "Fractalius" to turn it into a digital painting/drawing. This one looks much better when viewed large.

 

Below is a link to Hans and Jonas' blog about their historic trip:

hanssonroute66.blogspot.com/2006/07/information-in-englis...

 

LUDLOW, CALIFORNIA, THE TOWN THAT REFUSES TO DIE:

 

Today, Ludlow is a town that refuses to die. Ludlow is really three towns in one. It is a ghost town of two eras; the mining era and old Route 66. When Interstate 40 was built the Route 66 Ludlow died. Residents picked up and moved north another block to meet the Interstate. It is the Interstate that keeps Ludlow alive today.

 

Located along the railroad tracks of the 35th parallel, Ludlow became a water stop for the Atlantic and Pacific Railroad in 1882 (now the Santa Fe RR). The discovery of ore in the nearby hills assured the town of growth in the late 1880's. The decline of mining and rail traffic in the 1940's spelled Ludlow's decline. Ludlow is a ghost town of two eras; it was also a stop on old Route 66. When Interstate 40 was built Ludlow died a second time. Businesses moved once more to meet the demand of travelers on the new Interstate leaving another collection of highway memories baking in the intense Mojave heat.

 

During the heyday of Route 66 Ludlow was a welcome stop for the tired and thirsty traveler, a place to rest and get away from the heat of the Mojave Desert. This second more modern ghost town tells a tale of the glory days of Route 66 when travelers would stop for a bite to eat or get repairs on their cars. If they were heading west they knew that the next day they would be on the golden shores of the Pacific Ocean.

  

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Uploaded on March 14, 2009