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Ghosts of Google
Feb. 25th, 2006 10:53 pmFor one reason or another, Google Maps' satellite view shows our street (out in the boondocks, remember) at a much higher resolution than is available for downtown Olympia. It seems kind of perverse; these satellite pictures are at least nominally meant for finding your way, right? Except out here, there's not much of a way to be found, and certainly not the variety of way for which you'd need good resolution. Everything is painted in broad strokes, huge swaths, empty spaces. Or spaces that'd be better off empty.
Anyway, I was cruising around near our place, just for larfs, and noticed that one of EVN's white trucks was parked in the driveway. So I started trying to date the picture: The lawn was brown and the trees and garden were green and plants were being sold, so it was sometime in the deep summer, probably July or later. Doesn't tell you much more than that. Then I moseyed up to the corner.
Kelly House.
My memory isn't quite doing the job here, but this has got to be after Midsummer in either 2003 or 2004. But that's not quite the point, because dating the photo was only the MacGuffin for this post.
Mostly, I just wanted everyone to witness this tiny, tenacious little digital ghost. Kelly's Corner started fading out of the local consciousness a long time ago, and the House itself has been down for at a year or more now. (Again, my memory and the fuzzy state thereof.) But little bits of it are still clinging on. Here, there; on Google, in the high twigs and branches of the law-bound oaks; in the lake, on the shore, under and over the railway bridge.
Mind you, Kelly's Corner wasn't anything particularly special. Just a place. A little piece of the boondocks between Olympia and Yelm. I'm not even really interested in the Kellys themselves.
What DOES interest me is that this place had a Name, and Names are peculiarly tricky and squirmy things. They have a funny effect on the people who live under them; they leave marks and traces and stains all over the place.
Here's one of 'em, for your viewing pleasure. Consider it for a moment.
Anyway, I was cruising around near our place, just for larfs, and noticed that one of EVN's white trucks was parked in the driveway. So I started trying to date the picture: The lawn was brown and the trees and garden were green and plants were being sold, so it was sometime in the deep summer, probably July or later. Doesn't tell you much more than that. Then I moseyed up to the corner.
Kelly House.
My memory isn't quite doing the job here, but this has got to be after Midsummer in either 2003 or 2004. But that's not quite the point, because dating the photo was only the MacGuffin for this post.
Mostly, I just wanted everyone to witness this tiny, tenacious little digital ghost. Kelly's Corner started fading out of the local consciousness a long time ago, and the House itself has been down for at a year or more now. (Again, my memory and the fuzzy state thereof.) But little bits of it are still clinging on. Here, there; on Google, in the high twigs and branches of the law-bound oaks; in the lake, on the shore, under and over the railway bridge.
Mind you, Kelly's Corner wasn't anything particularly special. Just a place. A little piece of the boondocks between Olympia and Yelm. I'm not even really interested in the Kellys themselves.
What DOES interest me is that this place had a Name, and Names are peculiarly tricky and squirmy things. They have a funny effect on the people who live under them; they leave marks and traces and stains all over the place.
Here's one of 'em, for your viewing pleasure. Consider it for a moment.