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She's Only Happy In The Sun - Ben Harper

Sunset above park from my living room

 

Zonsondergang boven park vanuit mijn woonkamer

 

The sun sets on the horizon from the distant land,

Where birds chirp and couples lay hand in hand.

I look at the sun to say goodbye,

To the beautiful colours that paint the sky.

 

Shades of orange, yellow and pink,

Fluffy white clouds, into my heart they sink.

And although I hate to see the sun go,

Its beauty and love has been my show.

 

I've seen the sunset so many times,

Yet it's still the most favourite sight of mine.

Its exquisiteness strikes warm in the month December,

Its irreplaceable memory I will always remember.

 

There will be no sadness, nor any sorrow,

Because my sun, you will rise tomorrow.

I won't feel hurt, nor feel any pain,

Because on your way down, your beauty will reign.

 

Poem: Theo Williams

 

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Where do we go, nobody knows

Don't ever say you're on your way down, when..

God gave you style and gave you grace

And put a smile upon your face

I know you may not want to see me

On your way down from the clouds

Would you hear me if I told you

That my heart is with you now

 

She's only happy in the sun

She's only happy in the sun

 

Did you find what you were after?

The pain and the laughter brought you to your knees

But if the sun sets you free, sets you free

You'll be free indeed, Indeed

 

She's only happy in the sun

She's only happy in the sun

 

Every time I hear you laughing, I hear you laughing

It makes me cry

Like the story of life, of your life

Is hello, goodbye

 

Shes only happy in the sun

Shes only happy in the sun

~ben harper

 

i really like the way this shot turned out.. the trees and the teleophone poles make it better i think.

Germany, Düsseldorf, Median harbour, “it is not easy to climb up the career ladder to the top”, …so, be nice to the people you meet on your way up, they could be the same you see on your way down.

 

The “Roggendorf house,” also known colloquially as the "Flossi House", due to the fins of the sculptures, is a former storage building. 24 figures are at the former warehouse 5 more climb the neighbouring building. The installation of the sculptures by the artist Rosalie, which are up to 4.2 mtr high & 2.5 mtr wide, thus comprises a total ensemble of 29 figures spread over a surface of about 800 square mtr, each of the figures is unique, differentiated in posture & formal design.

 

The redesign of the old Rhine port started around the end of the 20th century, unlike in other cities, Düsseldorf did not undertake any general land redevelopment, rather treated each property individually & adapted it to its future user.

International renowned architects such as Frank O. Gehry, David Chipperfield, Joe Coenen, Steven Holl & Claude Vasconi & others created an interesting overall architectural representation for currently about 700 companies. The reputation of the media port as an "architectural mile", innovative office location & international five-star hotel serves as a figurehead for companies, Around forty modern gastronomies, with an approach of the culinary spirit of this times offer an alternative to the traditional gastronomy in the “Altstadt”, the old part of the town.

Despite all the innovations, the old trading port with its quay walls, the staircases, the cast iron bollards, the wrought iron railings & the tracks of the old railway loading road & the related cranes are listed as historical monuments, all together a boundless.

 

👉 One World one Dream,

...Danke, Xièxie 谢谢, Thanks, Gracias, Merci, Grazie, Obrigado, Arigatô, Dhanyavad, Chokrane to you & over

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Germany, Düsseldorf, Median harbour, “it is not easy to climb up the career ladder to the top”, …so, be nice to the people you meet on your way up, they could be the same you see on your way down.

 

The “Roggendorf house,” also known colloquially as the "Flossi House", due to the fins of the sculptures, is a former storage building. 24 figures are at the former warehouse 5 more climb the neighbouring building. The installation of the sculptures by the artist Rosalie, which are up to 4.2 mtr high & 2.5 mtr wide, thus comprises a total ensemble of 29 figures spread over a surface of about 800 square mtr, each of the figures is unique, differentiated in posture & formal design.

 

The redesign of the old Rhine port started around the end of the 20th century, unlike in other cities, Düsseldorf did not undertake any general land redevelopment, rather treated each property individually & adapted it to its future user.

International renowned architects such as Frank O. Gehry, David Chipperfield, Joe Coenen, Steven Holl & Claude Vasconi & others created an interesting overall architectural representation for currently about 700 companies. The reputation of the media port as an "architectural mile", innovative office location & international five-star hotel serves as a figurehead for companies, Around forty modern gastronomies, with an approach of the culinary spirit of this times offer an alternative to the traditional gastronomy in the “Altstadt”, the old part of the town.

Despite all the innovations, the old trading port with its quay walls, the staircases, the cast iron bollards, the wrought iron railings & the tracks of the old railway loading road & the related cranes are listed as historical monuments, all together a boundless.

 

👉 One World one Dream,

...Danke, Xièxie 谢谢, Thanks, Gracias, Merci, Grazie, Obrigado, Arigatô, Dhanyavad, Chokrane to you & over

9 million visits in my photostream with countless motivating comments

 

Germany, Düsseldorf, Median harbour, “it is not easy to climb up the career ladder to the top”, …so, be nice to the people you meet on your way up, they could be the same you see on your way down.

 

The “Roggendorf house,” also known colloquially as the "Flossi House", due to the fins of the sculptures, is a former storage building. 24 figures are at the former warehouse 5 more climb the neighbouring building. The installation of the sculptures by the artist Rosalie, which are up to 4.2 mtr high & 2.5 mtr wide, thus comprises a total ensemble of 29 figures spread over a surface of about 800 square mtr, each of the figures is unique, differentiated in posture & formal design.

 

The redesign of the old Rhine port started around the end of the 20th century, unlike in other cities, Düsseldorf did not undertake any general land redevelopment, rather treated each property individually & adapted it to its future user.

International renowned architects such as Frank O. Gehry, David Chipperfield, Joe Coenen, Steven Holl & Claude Vasconi & others created an interesting overall architectural representation for currently about 700 companies. The reputation of the media port as an "architectural mile", innovative office location & international five-star hotel serves as a figurehead for companies, Around forty modern gastronomies, with an approach of the culinary spirit of this times offer an alternative to the traditional gastronomy in the “Altstadt”, the old part of the town.

Despite all the innovations, the old trading port with its quay walls, the staircases, the cast iron bollards, the wrought iron railings & the tracks of the old railway loading road & the related cranes are listed as historical monuments, all together a boundless.

 

👉 One World one Dream,

...Danke, Xièxie 谢谢, Thanks, Gracias, Merci, Grazie, Obrigado, Arigatô, Dhanyavad, Chokrane to you & over

9 million visits in my photostream with countless motivating comments

 

Located about 3 miles south of downtown Fort Worth, this long-abandoned municipal incinerator near Echo Lake still stands, unused for perhaps over 40 years now. Detailed information on it's past is somewhat sketchy, but it seems the facility was built sometime in the 1950's and was in service for only a few years before changes in EPA regulations forced it's closure sometime in the 60's, as well as it's sister facility, just north of downtown.

 

The sturdy brick & concrete construction has enabled the building to largely retain it's structural integrity over the past few decades, despite the abuse, disuse and neglect that comes naturally from abandonment. That said, there are a couple spots on the tar & gravel roof that have caved in, and I discovered an appreciable amount of standing water on other parts of it , after climbing the 25 foot interior ladder up to it, in the dark. In short, the roof is NOT a safe place to be...

 

During the 80's & 90's the place evidently became a hotbed for drug activity, with many deals occuring on the premises. At some point during this period, a woman came there to make a purchase, and somehow managed to fall 40 feet to her death into the massive, 20-foot deep trash hoppers on the ground floor. Did she fall...did she jump...or was she pushed?

 

As that story points out, this is a fairly dangerous place to go poking around, especially in the dark. For example, the 3rd floor has two large rectangular holes, each perhaps 4x6 feet, located in the middle of the walkway, leaving only a narrow one-foot strip of concrete between them and a low wall...all that protects you from duplicating the drug buyer's fall. The fall through the hole would certainly be preferable, perhaps even survivable, if you can manage to grab some of the furnace on your way down to slow your fall...perhaps only 15 to 20 feet.

 

Anyway, the incinerator is a great spot for interior light-painting; lots of different surfaces, angles and large, open areas to give space & depth to your shots, when desired...just be careful on that 3rd floor!

 

Night, full moon, 2 minute exposure.

 

Large on Black

 

Sometimes, if you aren't sure about something, you have to just jump off the bridge and grow wings on your way down.

Danielle Steel

 

And viceversa. Or you might miss the view.

I wonder why when you say goodbye

beautiful colors paint the sky.

Shades of orange, yellow and pink too

all come out because of you.

And although I hate to see you go,

I really do enjoy the show.

I've seen you leave so many times

and still it's a favorite sight of mine.

There will be no sadness, be no sorrow

because my sun, you'll come out tomorrow.

I won't feel hurt, I'll feel no pain

because on your way down, your colors will reign!

  

...enjoy : Kombinat 100 - Iltschi & Hatatitla (Mollono.Bass Remix)...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKqwUBw85Sg

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where do we go, nobody knows

don't ever say you're on your way down, well

god gave you style and gave you grace

and put a smile upon your face

 

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Having a ball.

 

Listen to a cool song "on your way down" Reminds me of these birds, they just don't care! www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMVH_3EuFhw

Sometimes, if you aren't sure about something, you have to just jump off the bridge and grow wings on your way down.

- Danielle Steel -

  

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Martina McBride

 

When I looked down and saw that train, I just knew, some one was a going, to be picking me up , on my way down ....

 

Happy Tuesday Friends ....

Happy Tree-Mendous Tuesday To you all ...Cindy

 

This is Stone Mountain Georgia, and I know you could not have guessed :! ))

April 2015

High Sky Ride Lift

 

And to tell the truth, I am not afraid of heights ... but when I saw that train, I thought OH NO!

Explore # 338 on Sunday, 4 May 2008 - my 76th

 

This rock formation is located in Palapag, Northern Samar, Philippines.

 

On you way up, don't forget the people you pass by, for on your way down, they are the same people you will meet. - Francis

Staircase in an abandoned and very derelict Manor House in Lincolnshire ...

 

Nikon D7000

Sigma 10-20mm lens @ 10mm

F8 @ 2.5 seconds exposure

ISO 100

I just love this old pier in Ocean City, NJ. All that stretch of beach down in Atlantic City and most of it is just boring sand beach...nothing of interest to play with.

 

And in the middle of all that emptiness, this remnant of a once great ocean pier beckons a photographer to capture it!

 

It's a shame that it's 3.5 hours away from NYC and New Jersey takes gobs of money off of you on your way down to it.

 

If you're ever down vacationing in Atlantic City however, and you're into photography, this is well worth a morning stop.

 

The waves were quite active, despite the relatively "calm" look from the long exposure. Why some of them waves, they hit me right up in my torso area. It was a little chilly in the water to say the least.

Sunset ~ Adoni Marcano

 

I wonder why when you say goodbye

beautiful colours paint the sky.

Shades of orange, yellow and pink too

all come out because of you.

And although I hate to see you go,

I really do enjoy the show.

I've seen you leave so many times

and still it's a favourite sight of mine.

There'll be no sadness, be no sorrow

because my sun, you'll come out tomorrow.

I won't feel hurt, I'll feel no pain

because on your way down, your colours will reign

  

On your way up, never forget the people you pass-by, For on your way down, they are the same people you'll meet.

 

The highest part of the Great Wall. Taking a better shot, is not difficult but on a very crowded narrow place, it becomes a challenge.

 

My second visit to this wall. The first one was in the mid 90s where there were no cable cars yet to bring you up. We had to climb on foot and reaching the top is in itself an achievement for non-trekkers like me. A certificate saying that "I have successfully climbed the Great Wall of China" is being given by the organizers and I can well remember that I treasured it in a while and have actually framed and hanged it in my bedroom. Well, nothing I guess is really spectacular up above there, except for the real stories and the horrors that went behind the building of a stretch of 4,000+ mile walls are the real gems that made it claim the title as one of the 7 Wonders of the World. One has to know the history of this wall to be able to appreciate it better. I would admit that my first climb, was not as much as meaningful as I had with this one.

"I know you may not want to see me

On your way down from the clouds

Would you hear me if I told you

That my heart is with you now

 

She's only happy in the sun"

  

Ben Harper ♪

     

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I wonder why when you say goodbye

beautiful colours paint the sky.

Shades of orange, yellow and pink too

all come out because of you.

And although I hate to see you go,

I really do enjoy the show.

I've seen you leave so many times

and still it's a favourite sight of mine.

There'll be no sadness, be no sorrow

because my sun, you'll come out tomorrow.

I won't feel hurt, I'll feel no pain

because on your way down, your colours will reign.

 

~ Adoni Marcano

   

.... you don't want to bump into them on your way down! The Red Arrows, of course!

First o' the morn, frost o' the morn. The frost is on the punkin, it's time for...

 

eDDie beat on my door Friday for a jet trip to some barns. He was also headed to barns on up Flagstaff but it was closed by construction @ Chautauqua. We headed up Boulder Canyon. The road up Four Mile Canyon then Gold Run was still a major wreck but we hit the cloud on the way up to Gold Hill. I was pushing to get up to the lifting cloud; I knew there would pictures in the cloud if we got there in time. I yelled @ eDDie to clamp on the binder as we rolled around the curve here. I needed this shot.

 

The aspen were still bright at the cemetery around the south of the hill and still green-ish on Main. All was gone west on the road to P2P. We made it to P2P and he wandered back & forth up there. Went over to Minnie Lake and he asked details about our trip out the rear entrance. It looked pretty slack up there but a few folks were wandering around. Never did look for the mgr. but took some shots. Bupkis sky. Winter up on the Indians (wilderness area) above. Jet trip down #7. On to MacLake Saturday for the return of the heat down here but not enough exercise at Mac.

 

Gold Hill is a remnant of the oldest Colorado mining days (1859) and I caught sight of this shot that most illustrates this fanciful mountain life. To say Gold Hill tops a mountain ridge is accurate with the road east and west rise slightly while Lickskillet, north, and Gold Run, south to Boulder, drop off the sides of the ridge. In fact, Lickskillet Gulch was navigable in a car. Never in March. As Wiki puts it: Gold Hill is accessible from nearby Left Hand Canyon Road via Lick Skillet Road, the steepest county road in the United States. It IS safe to descend in first gear IF you have good brakes. Be very careful on your way down but when you get to Lefthand in the valley, you need extra caution in the canyon, As much as half the road is dirt and temporary to provide access after the floods. It is not ready for paving yet and there was no heavy machinery around. Yet again, I have to return to make a another stab at covering Gold Hill.

 

Gold Hill has lasted for decades through the original gold boom, the second gold boom, the silver boom and its 1893 demonetization and finally the return to reliance on gold and tungsten mining and processing. It has never completely died and is not accurately, a ghost town. It's history of transportation was a bit tortured considering one route was Lickskillet. I assume most transportation was to and from the Gold Hill Railway Station when the Switzerland Trail rails were laid west on its way to Ward. The steep sides of the canyon originally meant the road up from Boulder had to ascend the canyon. Old Gold Hill still lives on in this century-old mining camp. The narrow gauge route was never built from old Hill Station (see the map). The town continued to cling to the foothills above Boulder.

  

Troy "Trombone Shorty" Andrews performing in Jackson, WY.

 

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"where do we go nobody knows

don’t ever say you’re on your way down, when

God gave you style and gave you grace

and put a smile upon your face..."

 

~ coldplay

  

Be nice to people on your way up; you may meet them on your way down.

 

November 05, 2015

 

"Be nice to people on your way up because you'll meet them on your way down." - Wilson Mizner

 

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A later night than usual for me. Nard, Jo and I went out for sushi and Nard and I ended up hanging out until 9.

 

We don't get to see each other as much anymore, life tends to get in the way, so it's great to have the opportunity to catch up with a friend. Even if it leaves less time for responsibilities.

 

Anyway, just a simple shot for today.

 

Hope everyone has had a good day.

 

Click "L" for a larger view.

 

Photography and Post-production: Joseph Mayuga

Place: Ponte all'Indiano, Florence.

 

critica personale: simmetria zero qui!! Non mi sono messo al centro..uffa

Sunset

© Adoni Marcano

I wonder why when you say goodbye

beautiful colours paint the sky.

Shades of orange, yellow and pink too

all come out because of you.

And although I hate to see you go,

I really do enjoy the show.

I've seen you leave so many times

and still it's a favourite sight of mine.

There'll be no sadness, be no sorrow

because my sun, you'll come out tomorrow.

I won't feel hurt, I'll feel no pain

because on your way down, your colours will reign.

 

(I am on my way to see another sunset in the bushveld today. I will be back next week)

I was actually looking up, all the way up, since i had a tower which was 90 meters high to climb. Going up these stairs was really bad, i was nearly dead when i got up to the top, but coming down was even worst, the space is really narrow and very steep but you only feel it on your way down. The stairs take you up to the highest tower of La Sagrada Família (Catalan name) or La Sagrada Familia (Spanish name) in Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain, Antoni Gaudí's masterwork. You can, of course, pay 2 euros and reach the top by elevator but you wont have half of the fun!

Monkey Face, Smith Rock State Rock, Deschutes County, OR.

 

Monkey Face is a free-standing giant rock that stands about 350 feet tall. It certainly looks like a giant monkey face from certain angles. We took the Misery Ridge Loop hike, which is about 4 miles with an average elevation gain of about 1000ft. Right after the peak of the trail, you see Monkey Face rock head-on and on your way down on the west side, you get this beautiful view of the Monkey Face. This formation contains some of the most difficult rock climbs in the world and is well renowned. When we were hiking, we noticed two climbers getting ready to rope down the face. We set up our cameras and got several fames of their descent. I will post a couple of mine here.

 

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Be nice to people on your way up because you'll need them on your way down.

"You hopped in here and you say it's paradise...

You want a hug each time you look in my eyes...

I know you are funny with riddles you'll ask me for sure...

Now my life has been blissed from a joke from persistent fur...

 

Lump, you're such fun, shoulda told me that a long time ago...

With each new gag, your bunny humor gets even more droll...

If you'll just explain that part about your carrot stew bowl...

I will laugh a lot more and I know my giggles...is your goal...

 

You're funny, cute bunny, I'm betting you'll climb up my hair...

Then I'll crack up, your knack of cute mischief is just so rare...

Don't let me catch you shedding, on your way down...

Here's a bunloon so you won't go splat on the ground...

 

I'd just like to know, will you have more new jokes every time...

Like the ones about Shiroi, bad lettuce and 'rambunctious' crime...

You'll give me giggle fits, and I know there is no cure...

When my life has been blissed with each joke from persistent fur...

 

Bun my life has been blissed with a joke from persistent fur...

Your cute coat will get kissed after jokes from persistent fur...

I pity those who missed each cute joke from persistent fur...

Laughter makes my eyes mist from each joke from persis...

Persistent fur!"

 

(sung to the tune of the song "Smoke From a Distant Fire" by

Sanford-Townsend Band, from the 1976 album

"Sanford-Townsend Band." The song was written by Ed Sanford, John Townsend and Steven Stewart.)

 

(The version of the song above sounds a little too fast to me. Try this version...)

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCWVuCCWqzQ

Gulfoss waterfall in Iceland, a fantastic place (assuming you don't slip down into it on your way down, what a treacherous walk/slide down that was!). A fantastic sight that everyone who visits should go and see.

  

ben harper she's only happy in the sun

I know you may not want to see me

On your way down from the clouds

Would you hear me if I told you

That my heart is with you now

She's only happy in the sun

She's only happy in the sun

 

Did you find what you were after

The pain and the laughter brought you to your knees

But if the sun sets you free

Sets you free

You'll be free indeed

Indeed

 

She's only happy in the sun

She's only happy in the sun

 

Every time I hear you laughing

Hear you laughing

It makes me cry

Like a story of life

Of life

Is hello goodbye

 

She's only happy in the sun

She's only happy in the sun

She's only happy in the sun

She's only happy in the sun

 

Lenny Kravitz - Aint no sunshine when she´s Gone

 

After our return from the cemetery on Dixon we arrived at the junction of Grove and Gold Run Streets in Gold Hill, I found that I could expand my collection of mountaineering wagons. Surprise. Hallowe'en is set to arrive in a couple of weeks. This will have to be my Halloween posting. An orange Binder on the street in old Gold Hill, can you imagine? I am sure that you can read the model sign next to the hood. This was produced by the International Harvester Corporation around 1950. Of course, International Harvester made binders for the agricultural sector and thus the pick'em ups became Binders. Say, this was one of the L-110 series binders! I like the hood open lever; I guess that the hood flopped over in hinges on the far side. Sheesh, this probably runs! Well until it got stuck here anyway.

 

This is another shot up Gold Run that begs a surrounding tall tale. eDDie was blathering about a story that he had already made up for MY grave stone. The story sounded lame to me. Personally, I'd go for a story about an outlaw, but that is just me. The rain hit me on four trips up at Gold Hill in the early summer. The last rain day was early June when we were on our way walking and poking through Gold Hill, the mining community on the America's Historic Registry. Today bore no portent of rain and changing aspen are creating Gold Hill-sides. I found this just below Suicide Hill Street and the Dodge Brothers Power Wagon. (Finally, truth in advertising!) After shooting several opportunities there, I turned onto Grove which becomes Dixon Road to visit the Gold Hill cemetery. Apparently, no one died in the seven years after founding Gold Hill in 1859. I didn't find the first to tip over when the Cemetery was inaugurated in 1866. Some of the stones could not be read. On the other hand I expect that they have had a peaceful sleep.

 

Gold Hill is a remnant of the oldest Colorado mining days (1859) and I caught sight of this shot that most illustrates this fanciful mountain life. To say Gold Hill tops a mountain ridge is accurate with the road east and west rise slightly while Lickskillet, north, and Gold Run, south to Boulder, drop off the sides of the ridge. In fact, Lickskillet Gulch was navigable in a car. Never in March. As Wiki puts it: Gold Hill is accessible from nearby Left Hand Canyon Road via Lick Skillet Road, the steepest county road in the United States. It IS safe to descend in first gear IF you have good brakes. Be very careful on your way down but when you get to Lefthand Canyon in the valley, you need extra caution, As much as half the road is dirt and temporary to provide access after the floods. It is about ready for paving. Yet again, I have to return to make a another stab at covering Gold Hill. I have no idea how much work it would take.

 

Gold Hill has lasted for decades through the original gold boom, the second gold boom, the silver boom and its 1893 demonetization and finally the return to reliance on gold and tungsten mining and processing. It has never completely died and is not accurately, a ghost town. It's history of transportation was a bit tortured considering one route was Lickskillet. I assume most transportation was to and from the Gold Hill Railway Station when the Switzerland Trail rails were laid west on its way to Ward. The steep sides of the canyon originally meant the road up from Boulder had to ascend the canyon. Old Gold Hill still lives on in this century-old mining camp. The narrow gauge route was never built from old Hill Station (see the map). The town continued to cling to the foothills above Boulder.

  

It is always a good idea to have a dog protect your mountain bungalow. Especially if you leave your front door open all day to catch the breezes. Looks like my kinds of temperature in an era of global warming. I don't suppose it helps that the guard dog is more interested in the squirrel than running over to give us a licking. Now, where did they leave that lawnmolar?

 

Early June and we are on our way walking and poking around Gold Hill, the mining community on the America's Historic Registry. We started near here on Pine Street, one block off Main, but everything is one block off Main or closer. One would think there is little diversity with all the registry constraints but it doesn't appear to crimp the Gold Hill Style. This probably is not a common sight anywhere else. The morning was delightfully brisk for a June and I guess that is why the folks try to never let loose of Gold Hill, physically and in thought. This looks like a spot where the natives burn off some of the Colorado state noxious weed.

 

We were off Main Street in Gold Hill and already running out of time and getting drips and sprinkles on my fourth try in the year as you can see from the sky. It's unlikely that Climate Change will flood here instead of all of Florida. Still, the light is going, going and without the monopod, I would be SOL. A "lode" of opportunities exist up and down the three streets but as you can see from the sky, we have limited time until the next round of rain. I expect the historical designation is responsible for most of the ambiance. There is a mix of old log and milled lumber structure construction, and lumber milled to look like logs. That was a fad in the past. Often mills arrived at booming camps early along with the the first newspapers. That and the mine timbers accounted for the lack of timber in photographs from early days. If I remember correctly, the Horsfall lode was perhaps the earliest strike in the Gold Hill area and was responsible for the earliest development.

 

Gold Hill is a remnant of the oldest Colorado mining days (1859) and I caught sight of this shot that most illustrates this fanciful mountain life. To say Gold Hill tops a mountain ridge is accurate with the road east and west rising slightly while Lickskillet, north, and Gold Run, south to Boulder, drop off the sides of the ridge. In fact, Lickskillet Gulch was navigable in a car t0oday. Never in March. As Wiki puts it: Gold Hill is accessible from nearby Left Hand Canyon Road via Lick Skillet Road, the steepest county road in the United States. It IS safe in first gear IF you have good brakes. Be very careful on your way down but when you get to Lefthand in the valley, you need extra caution in the canyon, As much as half the road is dirt and temporary to provide access after the floods. It is not ready for paving yet and there was no heavy machinery around. Yet again, I have to return to make a another stab at covering Gold Hill. The sprinkles warned us to backtrack down Lickskillet with alacrity. It was almost rain when we peeked at the cemetery. I wonder if tomb stones date back to 1859. Lefthand Canyon was a mess and the road up the James to Jamestown is still locals only. A truck might be the best mode of transportation up there.

 

Gold Hill has lasted for decades through the original gold boom, the second gold boom, the silver boom and its 1893 demonetization and finally the return to reliance on gold and tungsten mining and processing. It has never completely died and is not accurately, a ghost town. It's history of transportation was a bit tortured considering one route was Lickskillet. I assume most transportation was to and from the Gold Hill Railway Station, west of Gold Hill, when the Switzerland Trail rails were laid west on its way to Ward. The steep sides of the canyon originally meant the road up from Boulder had to ascend the canyon. Old Gold Hill still lives on in this century-old mining camp. The narrow gauge route was never built from old Hill Station (see the map). The town continued to cling to the foothills above Boulder, Colorsdo. You can go to Gold Hill, CO on Google terrain and look around. Their car has run over the roads up there.

  

Sometimes, if you aren't sure about something, you have to just jump off the bridge and grow wings on your way down. - Danielle Steel

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