A roadside stop at the Oregon Coast is a charming throwback to convenience stores of yesteryear.
Made in the 1860s, these illustrated photo albums feel ahead of their time.
Vintage maps of train travel time from New York to the West.
Dismantled in 1943, one tiny piece of this old bridge still remains.
I get a charge out of place names that refer to the original landscape features of a place before they were bulldozed into oblivion for parking lots, roads, and buildings. Around these parts, we have suburbs like Maple Grove, Forest Lake, Eden Prairie, and so on—once you start looking, these names are everywhere. But it’s not … Read More
Potato pancake shops, all-blind street bands, ballrooms, bicycles, corner lunchrooms and a distinctly northern noir vibe.
Started in 1917, the old Jefferson Highway connected Winnipeg to New Orleans.
I do love little mysteries like this—I mean, who are these dudes my great-grandpa is hanging out with under a number of various photo shooting scenarios? Found in a box at my grandparent’s house, these are going to require a little sleuthing.
Click on the above image to look in the window of Johnny’s Accordion School on the second floor. Also in the second photo, I love the Mitzi Shop—a tiny little storefront with all of those mannequin heads in the window. Images courtesy of garon.us
I can’t look at the quasi-360 degree scope and everyday details of this image and not think about Google Street View, which keeps coming across my radar in the form of amazing projects—but more on that later. For now let’s look at this incredible daguerreotype from 1848 that shows a panoramic view of Cincinnati’s riverfront … Read More
My dad found another box of stuff in the basement at my grandparent’s house. Going through it, we found a book from my great-grandfather’s funeral as well as his obituary and this letter to my great-grandmother from Podbiel, Slovakia—all of which spelled their last name as “Salus” (though I think that the letter on the … Read More
It’s the end of summer. There is a part of me these last weeks that has longed to be home, to go on a road trip, to be “somewhere in the West”—or at least have a valid Euro-driver’s license that would allow me to do a little adventuring. This road trip taken by my grandma … Read More