Hope you enjoyed my week of wigwams! This one is my favorite.
I think this will be the last one. . .
Here’s another shot of the Wigwam Motel at night- this time with a black and white edit for a vintage look. It’s also missing the “car trails”- streaks from tail lights from passing cars- that were visible in yesterday’s image (and I kept in because I like them).
As you can probably tell, I found the Wigwam Motel totally captivating. I only wish that I had crossed the street and wandered around the grounds. It would probably not have been a good idea to do this at nighttime though. I think I need a return trip!
When we visited Holbrook, we were delighted to see that our motel was right across the street from the Wigwam Motel. I don’t really want to sleep in a wigwam, but I liked being able to stroll out at night with my camera and tripod to get this shot.
This old Studebaker is just about all that remains of Route 66 in this stretch of countryside- that and the long line of telephone poles that marks where the Mother Road used to be.
What can I say?- it’s a pretty place!
From another viewpoint at Blue Mesa:
This is one of the most amazing areas of Petrified Forest National Park- the gradations of color are gorgeous! To get this shot, I had to fight bad knees and high winds as I set up my tripod in different positions along the trail- and just the trail at the top, mind you. I wish I had started this whole photography thing when I was younger!
At this viewpoint there were signs warning us to STAY OFF THE BRIDGE- accompanied by old photos of ladies in long skirts, hats, and boots standing on the bridge! Despite the photos, we weren’t tempted to try to walk across.
At this beautiful overlook in Petrified Forest National Park, there were photographs of John Muir standing in this very spot- I got chills!
Our first stop at Petrified Forest was the Crystal Forest, shown above in black and white. It’s hard to get a sense of scale looking at the image- but it may help to know that the blackish chunks near the bottom of photo are cut petrified trees, perhaps two feet in diameter. They are everywhere.
And here is what the inside looks like!
We spent about an hour walking the trails of this area. It is eerily beautiful and definitely otherworldly.
We found our way here without looking for it. It’s pretty startling when your cell phone gives your location as Bucket of Blood Street! We were just driving around Holbrook and found our way to the railroad station; that’s when I looked at my app for directions and discovered what street we were on! Of course the name refers to an infamous bar fight when Holbrook was a cowboy town. By the way, I did NOT take this photo- I meant to, but got distracted.
Here is one of the photos I did take on Bucket of Blood Street. I was attracted to the sight of the daytime moon over the roofline of this old building, which now seems to serve mostly as a site for AA meetings.
We have been slow to explore our new (to us) state of Arizona, but managed to have a little getaway in the town of Holbrook a few days ago. Our goal was to visit the nearby Petrified Forest National Park (we did), but we also enjoyed the town of Holbrook itself. Our motel was right on the main drag and was like a time capsule of the 1960’s (although with a big screen TV and other modern touches). In the next few days, I’ll post some shots from our excursion to the Petrified Forest.
I managed to grab a quick minimalist shot of these palms when we went out to lunch at Laguna on our trip to Southern California.
Intentional camera movement (moving and/or wiggling the camera while taking a photo) created this photo which I took from Photoshop into Topaz Studio to add a painterly layer at low opacity.