Tuesday, May 12, 2009

View from the Post Office

The South Pasadena Post Office exists in large part because of the New Deal programs instituted by FDR in the 1930s. Federal Relief Agencies put many South Pasadenans to work on projects ranging from building the Arroyo Seco control channel to adding terraces and walkways to Eddie Park. In fact, during this decade, most stores and businesses in South Pas hung up National Relief Administration Blue Eagle placards with the slogan, "We Do Our Part."

Since the city's incorporation, the post office bounced around from temporary place to place. It operated for a while out of a hotel, for a few years out of the Alexander Building. At one point it was a branch of the post office in Los Angeles and at another point it belonged to Pasadena. But in 1936 -- after some bickering with the federal government on architectural design standards -- South Pasadena finally got its very own post office building: the grand white structure still in operation today at the corner of Fremont and El Centro.

And who says big government programs can't work well! Not only did the city get a large, functional building, but it got beautiful art to adorn it. The Treasury Relief Art Project commissioned artist and former postal clerk John Law Walker to paint the mural in the new post office lobby. The scene represents a Concord mail coach -- a subject familiar to the brand new South Pasadena postmaster, George Hugh Banning. He had written all about the mail vehicle in his book Six Horses.

It gives me great inspiration to buy stamps here and think about how so much utility and beauty came from using governmental ingenuity as well as the talent and labor of the citizenry to demolish the chains of the Great Depression. We could learn a lot from our recent past.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Prospecting

Pull into San Pascual Stables and you'll see this beautifully decaying relic from our region's past. Sure, we've progressed a bit from horses and carriages but sometimes California still feels like the wild, wild west. This rusty wagon is a great reminder.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Red, White and Green

Maybe I should change the title of my blog to Glimpses of South Pasadena Vintage Cars...

I didn't have a good shot for commemorating Mother's Day, but this picture is appropriate for me since my daughter tends to tell people, "My mommy takes lots and lots and lots of pictures for her blog. But she REALLY likes pictures of funny old cars!" (Well, I do.)

Happy, happy day to all of you moms out there. (And happy old car for the rest of you!)

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Friday, May 8, 2009

Settings: Part 10

Isn't this a great sign? I noticed it about a month ago when I walked across the baseball field at Orange Grove Park. Apparently the local Lucks are big supporters of South Pas little league. (Talk about a home field advantage!)

Which reminds me of one of my favorite games. Lets shake things up a bit this time: instead of a setting, if this were the TITLE of a movie, what would it be about? Go ahead, my ever-creative readers. Knock one out of the park...

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Shadow Puppet

A tree growing by a curb is just a tree growing by a curb ... unless you look at it from a different perspective. I am amazed by the things I notice by simply looking down. My photography teacher in high school used to tell me that if I was uninspired by a subject, just examine the shadow. I think he was right. (Come to think of it, his advice seems like a pretty decent life strategy.)

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Time Machine

"Can't repeat the past?" cried Gatsby incredulously. "Why, of course you can."

(Well, maybe not everything. But certainly old cars in South Pasadena.)

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Tone Poem...

Maybe it's the spartan tree, or the odd lamp, or the dark window and all those shadows ... but this lovely and noticeably hip nocturnal setting on Mission Street reminded me of a rather bleak passage from Allen Ginsberg's Howl. Either I'm incredibly astute, or I need to get more sleep and stop staying up so late taking pictures.

"angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz..."

Yeah, I know it's just a commercial building closed for the evening. Then again, poetry lurks in unexpected places.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Happy Dance

My daughter has an adorable habit of spontaneous dancing. Whenever she hears music -- any music -- she will usually stop what she's doing and start to groove. (She's been known to draw a crowd in malls and at the Farmer's Market.) Here, we were walking around the little park at the bottom of Via del Rey. We heard the Beatles filtering out of a nearby open window . My girl took it as an opportunity to bust a few moves.

Parents marvel at how quickly our children grow and change. One moment the baby starts crawling --you blink, and suddenly she's off twirling around in the back yard. How does it happen so fast? Childhood's score offers no pause, no fermata to let the recent notes fully resonate. I suppose that's part of the beauty of its melody. It's fast-paced and fanciful.

Today is my sweet girl's fourth birthday. I can think of no better wish for her future than this: that she'll always listen for the music ... and take the time to dance.

Happy birthday, my quick-stepping little sweet pea!

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Everyday Bliss

I couldn't help but smile (and steal a shot from behind a pole) when I saw this happy little family waiting for the train at Mission Station. Maybe it was something special about the rattle, or the accompanying beatbox vocal improv of the dad, or the beatific grace radiating from the mother's lovely face, but that baby was giggling loudly enough to be heard across the platform.

Sometimes the mundane feels truly profound.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Jewels in the Night

Remember these windows? They're sweet, respectable and downright demure during the day ... but just look at how wildly they glam it up at night.

There's a metaphor here somewhere.

Maybe Browning had it figured out when she wrote,

"Yes," I answered you last night;
"No," this morning, sir, I say:
Colours seen by candlelight
Will not look the same by day.

Or maybe it's just fun to find the drama in things. (Even stained glass windows.)

Friday, May 1, 2009

Flowers and a Fast Car

Need a shot of gleeful optimism during a dreary news cycle? Check out this mood elevator: a classic sports car parked next to a ridiculously pink sloping lawn. There's no way swine flu or a bad economy could possibly get close to this scene without transforming into disco butterflies and flying off into the sunset.

My old car series always surprises me.