Rodeo Time.
Rodeo Time.
Behind the chutes at the 2011 Days of 76 Rodeo in Deadwood, South Dakota
Bear Butte. A sacred place for the local Native American tribes. Every time you see it you just have to stop and stare.
The other day, as I was driving the 1,000 feet of elevation home to my home in Lead, it struck me that Lead is a ghost town of sorts. The mountain sides are strewn with the foundations of Homestake Mining buildings long gone and mostly forgotten. 100 year old homes of former miners cling to the valley walls.
So as I woke-up early on a Saturday morning and found the open cut in Lead filled with clouds, it felt just a bit more mysterious, ethereal and majestic. At more then 4,000 feet wide by 1,000 feet deep it makes for a dramatic witches cauldron.
What is it about a playground that has been left abandoned? So devoid of sound, of life, of laughter. At first sight these forms once elicited squeals of joy, now they sit as cold steel tubes corroding in the sand to be buried long after they were forgotten.
“Forgotten Playground” - Salton Sea.
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The salinity is so high that only tilapia can survive in the waters, yet their slender bodies line the shores.
“The Salton Sea” - copyright 2007 Jack Hughes
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Unrequited - adjective. Not returned or reciprocated or repaid or satisfied.
“Motel Office” - Salton Sea.
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In the land of plenty, what happens to a community that is discarded?
“End of the Road” - Salton Sea.
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The accidental sea. - It’s hard to believe that a sea can be accidentally created; but in California anything can happen. Once a resort playground in the 1950s, the Salton Sea lies abandoned and forgotten by civilization.
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Something magical happens when an old projector flickers a home movie onto the screen. The only sound you hear is the odd cadence of the machine as is sputters to display 14 frames per second of a past reality.
This piece started as an experiment in counterpoint and interlocking piano melodies and rhythm al-la Philip Glass and then morphed into something that feels like an old 8mm home movie albeit with great big drums.
“Stop Motion” written, performed and produced by Jack Hughes copyright 2010