Sutro Tower
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Sutro Tower rises above the morning fog in San Francisco. This local landmark was the tallest structure in SF until it was surpassed by the Salesforce Tower in 2017.
Happy Slider's Sunday!
This was a daytime image altered in PSE.
"Adolph Sutro, the self-made millionaire who designed Sutro Heights and later the second Cliff House, developed the amazing Sutro Baths in 1894. With his special interest in natural history and marine studies, he constructed an ocean pool aquarium among the rocks north of the Cliff House. Sutro then expanded his ocean front complex by constructing a massive public bathhouse that covered three acres and boasted impressive engineering and artistic details."
Southern Pacific SD40M-2 No. 8624 and SD40R No. 7314 pull a 55-car West Colton, California to Pueblo, Colorado rail train near the mouth Spanish Fork Canyon at Sutro, Utah the afternoon of April 13, 1999.
Exercising trackage rights as a condition of the UP-SP merger in 1996, a BNSF Stockton, California - Denver, Colorado manifest blasts through Spanish Fork, Utah on the former D&RGW on a gorgeous March 2, 1997 afternoon in Utah Valley.
Even though the H-STODEN was only 16 cars in length, it was interesting to photograph entrained with a matching set of new Burlington Northern coil steel cars, all of them loads.
Sutro Tower in San Francisco, seen from Ramage ridge just outside the western boundary of Las Trampas Wilderness. Distance is about 25 miles. The city of Oakland, not to mention San Francisco bay, lies just beyond the farthest ridge.
Doug Harrop Photography • July 19, 1977
A mile west of the entrance to Spanish Fork Canyon, the Rio Grande Zephyr train No. 18 rockets through southern Utah County at Sutro.
45 miles away (as the crow flies), the Bingham Canyon copper mine can be seen nestled in the Oquirrh Mountains.
The container ship is coming in from the Pacific, heading towards the Golden Gate Bridge and then, most likely, the Port of Oakland. Marin Headlands in the background, and the ruins of Sutro Baths in foreground. www.cliffhouseproject.com/environs/sutrobaths/sutro_baths...
Mount Tamalpais State Park, California
Standing on the steep slopes of Mount Tam, we look across a sea of fog towards the city of San Francisco where all that is visible is Sutro Tower. The distance to that TV and radio tower is about 14 miles or 22 km as the seagull flies. The Marin headlands, the Golden Gate strait, and the Golden Gate Bridge are all shrouded in this coastal fog.
With a friendly wave from Rio Grande fireman and HO scale modeler Tim Morris, an eastbound freight dives into Sutro Cut east of Springville, Utah on April 4, 1976. This train showed up about 10 minutes behind the Rio Grande Zephyr.
D&RGW GP40-2 No. 3112 leads train No. 242 east through Utah Valley approaching Sutro the morning of May 26, 1988. In less than four miles the train will enter Spanish Fork Canyon reaching Soldier Summit before lunchtime. With the widening of US Highway 6 and 30 years of home construction, you might not recognize this location today.
Looking south from the Sutro Baths, along the San Francisco coastline.
I remember this image, because it was a triumph of sorts, albeit a small one. But then again, so many of the pictures I make are small triumphs. This photo came after a challenging bit of morning, where there had been struggles to really get into the right frame of mind. Photography is perception: we photograph what we see, or how we see. So how you think, how you feel, how you choose to look about you and interpret all factors in. Go out in a bad mood, or get discouraged, sullen, glum, unfocused or frustrated and these things impede one's ability to see as clearly, or to see what you would rather see under better mindsets and circumstances. I was under two clouds not long before I made this image. There were the literal clouds hanging overhead. Those I didn't mind in the least. And then there were the other clouds we sometimes find ourselves under. It had been a challenging morning for various reasons, but regardless they had left me in a funk and the photography came with difficulty.
But this story has a happy ending, or at least a happier ending than it did beginning. Things were turned around: a good conversation was had, some choices were made, I zigged instead of zagged. Sometimes this isn't easy to do, but it is important to do, especially as a photographer (but not just). I slowly made my way back to that place I like to visit as often as I can, that space where I operate with a sense of wonder and curiosity for the world, where there aren't edges or boundaries and time flows and light flows and in this case, the ocean flows. I stood up on this hill, the cool ocean breeze gusting around me, mussing my hair and causing random trash to do curious little dances around my feet and I watched and waited and exposed and breathed and looked and found myself again. At least a bit of myself for at least a little while. But that is how it goes.
We need our places to play and pray and be our ideal selves. I have found many places in the world that suit this purpose for me. Where the ocean meets the continent and its everlasting lapping waves can wash around me is one of my favorite spots. I'm glad this image happened, then, for all the reasons partially explained and many others not.
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