Damn. Those kids in #40 could be starving Nigerians.
Here is the location of the Las Vegas photo on Google Maps. Only a couple of the signs are still up.
I took a quick look around the curves of the Hollywood Freeway but couldn’t find that location. I also could not locate a Cindy’s restaurant or coffee shop in that area.
The cars were cooler though.
Amazing. Thanks for the procrastination link.
And FYI, starving people don’t have six-packs. Those kids look tough, not malnourished. How our perceptions have changed!
Here is the Brooklyn location today.
Now that I think about it, that restaurant wasn’t in Encino or Woodland Hills (much too far west in the San Fernando Valley), but on Cahuenga just north of the pass, so looking at the Hollywood Freeway was the right idea. The shot in the photo faced roughly south or south-west, I think. It was close to where Vineland meets Cahuenga and Cahuenga morphs into Ventura Blvd.
Probably long gone. Wish we could look at google maps in the wayback machine. Wouldn’t that be a dynamite combination?
Looks like Neptune Road in Boston is now completely devoid of homes.
The photo of the cars lined up on a river bank to stop erosion was taken 5 miles from my house. I drive by the Jaite Mill Historic District all the time. Never knew what the hell it was, tho.
I gotta try to figure out what became of those cars!
There’s one in Davis but the landscape doesn’t fit.
I don’t think that’s actually the Hollywood Freeway in #21. I found another shot by the same photographer that’s captioned “Hollywood Freeway near Ventura Beach”. Hollywood Freeway is about 60 miles east.
Power plant today at Poca, WV
It was interesting seeing that picture, because I took a picture from very close to that location, myself once. It’s an awesome view.
How interesting. When I saw that pic I assumed the street today wouldn’t look significantly different but it does. I wonder what the mechanism of change was… zoning laws? corporate policies? pure chance?
Damn… Those pictures make me nostalgic.
Which is odd, seeing as I wasn’t born until the 1980s, and I’ve never lived in the US.
Incidently, not all graffitti is illegal everywhere- my city has at least 3 legal graffitti areas, which have some freaking awesome artwork on them. Seems like a good compromise to me, even if it doesn’t entirely stop the crappy taggers.
I see that the Armpit of the Nation made the cut (#30, although the perspective is quite forced). Makes me (not very) nostalgic for the times when I would come home on break and spend the first couple days with burning eyes and stopped-up nose.
I also recall an occasion in the early '80s when I was working in a theater near the Dome and the wind shifted so it was from the stockyards. Only time I can recall needing to chew the air before wrestling it into my lungs.
Times have changed, thank Og: the smelter and stockyards are gone, and the pulp mills have either closed or (thanks to the EPA) been retrofitted with scrubbers. So the infamous “Tacoma Aroma” is just a memory — except, of course, in the minds of all true Seattleites.