Houston Time Portal
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Side Trips:
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320 Main St. in 1916
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320 Main St. in 2009
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I am a haunted man. My ghosts are not fleeting apparitions lurking just out of sight in the midnight darkness, no, indeed. They appear to me in the midday hustle and bustle of downtown. They are huge visions, sometimes twelve or thirteen stories tall, and they fill a very three dimensional space, they have perspective, they even cast shadows.
You see, my ghosts are the vestiges of entire buildings now long destroyed or defaced. Once, on the cusp of the nineteenth and twentieth century, these edifices were the pride of prosperous men of commerce in Houston. Now they are gone altogether, stone and iron replaced by glass and steel. Or they are transformed into something unrecognizable, a flashy aluminum facade slipped over a time-worn face.
My witches’ portal into this hidden world is the viewfinder of my camera. Through that narrow window I see my phantoms forcing their contours into the present. Sometimes these lost structures strain to manifest within the vast bulk of a forty or fifty story glass tower, at other times they more easily fill an empty parking lot.
When conjuring, I hold my camera to my face intently for long minutes, then pull my camera down to look at the paper rectangle in my hand. This slip of cardstock is a vintage postcard from about 1909, captioned with an address, a convergence of streets, or the name of a building. I look at it intently, memorizing the pattern of windows, the angle from the street, the direction of the shadows. Then I look again through the viewfinder at the landscape confronting me a century later. I see my ghost building on the corner, four stories tall. It stares out at me through the glassy reflections, pushing itself into my mind. Yes, there it is!
"Look at me! Remember me!" it exhorts.
You see, my ghosts are the vestiges of entire buildings now long destroyed or defaced. Once, on the cusp of the nineteenth and twentieth century, these edifices were the pride of prosperous men of commerce in Houston. Now they are gone altogether, stone and iron replaced by glass and steel. Or they are transformed into something unrecognizable, a flashy aluminum facade slipped over a time-worn face.
My witches’ portal into this hidden world is the viewfinder of my camera. Through that narrow window I see my phantoms forcing their contours into the present. Sometimes these lost structures strain to manifest within the vast bulk of a forty or fifty story glass tower, at other times they more easily fill an empty parking lot.
When conjuring, I hold my camera to my face intently for long minutes, then pull my camera down to look at the paper rectangle in my hand. This slip of cardstock is a vintage postcard from about 1909, captioned with an address, a convergence of streets, or the name of a building. I look at it intently, memorizing the pattern of windows, the angle from the street, the direction of the shadows. Then I look again through the viewfinder at the landscape confronting me a century later. I see my ghost building on the corner, four stories tall. It stares out at me through the glassy reflections, pushing itself into my mind. Yes, there it is!
"Look at me! Remember me!" it exhorts.
1320 Main Street in 1915
Main at Congress, South in 1911
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1320 Main Street in 2008
Main at Congress, South in 2009
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901-907 Preston just after 1911
Main at Commerce, South ca 1910
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901-907 Preston in 2008
Main at Commerce, South in 2012
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 Fannin at Lamar in 1952 |
 Fannin at Lamar in 2010 |
1018 Preston at Fannin in 1908
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402 Fannin at Preston in 2009
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 Eleanor Tinsley Park in 1981 |
 Eleanor Tinsley Park in 2010 |
Still editing below here (a work in progress)
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