I took up photography around the turn of the twenty-first century and this is one of my oldest photographs. It is certainly not a great image by any technical standard. It does have certain sentimental value.
This is Ogden Utah where I was born in the mid twentieth century and grew up as a free-range child. We were all free-range children then, safe to spend shirtless summers having wonderful adventures. There was only one place I was warned never to go alone. That was Twenty-Fifth Street below Washington Blvd. That was where transients lived in cheap hotels near the train yards. I admit to venturing there from time to time but my guard was always up. Now as you can see it is fully civilized and gentrified, safe for all.
It is a long way from my home in San Antonio. #street