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From the John T. Dyer Collection (COLL/3503) at the Archives Branch, Marine Corps History Division
OFFICIAL USMC PHOTOGRAPH
Josh runs Cup Of Blues n our Dogpatch Neighborhood. Read about his story bit.ly/Z7OvbG.
Lighting: Alien Bees B800 with reflected umbrella and modifier camera right. Fired with ishoot wireless trigger.
22nd & 3rd, San Francisco. Downtown SF is in the background, with AT&T Park at the end of 3rd Street.
Opening on May 17, 1968,
the park was closed permanently on Oct. 14, 1993.
In August of 2014, Charles L. Pelsor (the inventor of the spill less doggy bowl) purchased the property for a little over 8 million American dollars. In October 2014, he and some volunteers started renovating the remaining buildings and cleaning up the park. On December 6 and 7 of 2014, he gave two "river walk" tours. Future plans are to come.
Dogpatch USA is located on Hwy. 7 between the towns of Harrison and Jasper, in Northwest Arkansas.
from a letter to my mother in norway:
while walking the streets on our way home to the apartment in dogpatch late in the day yesterday, one notices a slow ad hoc parade of dust-covered cars and s.u.v.s. making their way over the bay bridge... and later, one will see several more examples of these cars parked in different neighborhoods. they are coming back from the black rock desert in northern nevada (where the week long burning man festival has just concluded).
i was there, years ago, when there were only 8.000 people in attendence. for ten days, one is camped in the harshest desert conditions that the united states has to offer, self-sufficient in a tent with all of the food and water that one can bring. it is hard to say precisely what the festival was about back then, other than it provided each guest with the chance to be a part of an unusual community of mainly san franciscans and ex-new yorkers, many of whom came to the desert to find the space to construct large art installations. for most of us, it was an opportuity to live without most of the boundaries that every day life routinely had to offer. it is not to say that the wide expanse of the desert is boundary-less – the weather, the stifling heat and arid conditions, the lack of natural shelter all offer limitations on social behaviour. but in these conditions, the 8.000 people who gathered would find a way to work together, make food and music together, to socialize, to dance, to go to parties, and on the last sunday of the festival, almost every one of those 8.000 people would form a very large circle around a wooden statue of a man – and the wooden statue would be burned to the ground, and then every art project that was built in the desert would also be burned to the ground, and then the festival would end, and the clean-up would begin.
i would imagine that for almost all of human history, people have gathered around fires in order to share food, drink and stories, and, in this regard, the burning man festival is no different. it is curious that for all of the luxuries and modern technology that fill our days with efficiency, purpose as well as distraction, there are still many people who go back to the oldest rituals and find solace there.
these days, the festival attracks upwards of 50.000, and the whole experience is now professionally managed by various businesses. there is television coverage of the event, live video and internet broadcasting and security keeping an eye on things. since i have not been back, i can’t say whether this is good or bad. i can only say that every labour day, since sometime back in the early 1990s, you will find a strange parade of cars returning to san francisco, and these cars are covered with dust from the playa of the black rock desert, and people leave the dust on their cars like temporary tatoos, interim proof that they were members of the tribe for that long week.
Dogpatch, USA, was a theme park built in the middle of the Arkansas Ozarks, one of the most beautiful places imaginable, but pretty remote and not exactly where most people would choose to build a theme park. Dogpatch was based on Al Capp's "Li'l Abner" comic strip, and mimicked the hillbilly atmosphere of that strip quite well. The place did better than you might expect for years, but eventually shut down in the late 80's or early 90s.
If you look around, you'll find lots of photos on the web from people who've broken in to Dogpatch and explored the place. I just chose to take pictures from the highway. You could say I didn't want to tresspass, or you could say I didn't want to bother with hiding my car and sneaking around. I'll leave it to you to figure out which is more accurate.
This building is right along the AR Hwy 7. I'm not sure what function it may have served.
"Dogpatch" was not really a gang but rather a neighborhood in North Torrance that took its name from the Al Capp comic strip "Lil' Abner". Their priorities are apparent here. "D.F.F.L." was a common refrain in 60s hippy area and meant "Dope Forever, Forever Loaded". "No hope without dope" expresses similar sentiments.
Abused The Gimp to put together a pair of photos (originally 4, but these two worked best) to fix a missing piece of the graffiti.
It can be found at the entrance to the 22nd Street Caltrain tunnel, just off of Mariposa and Pennsylvania.
From the John T. Dyer Collection (COLL/3503) at the Archives Branch, Marine Corps History Division
OFFICIAL USMC PHOTOGRAPH
We went to ride the Ozarks this weekend. I couldn't resist snapping a few pics in the old amusement park.