Downtown St. Louis, looking west from the top of the Arch. I worked there for my whole career, 47 years. Not so big but not insignificant. It's not doing so well post-pandemic but there are reasons for hope. Neither mountains or tornadoes on the horizon.
We note that this is the third anniversary of the insurrection that attempted to crush our democracy. May we persevere.
I've been taking pictures of the big wicket for ages and it's hard to find something fresh. This one has some sense of scale.
Need to get out on the street, for whatever there is to shoot in January. I got my back worked on this week at the mighty Washington University Medical Center so I should be more mobile. We'll see what there is to see.
We often take granddaughter Ellie out for some activity activity on Saturday, and happily there are plenty in our area. Last weekend she wanted to visit the Arch and ride the tram to the top. It was perfectly clear and the winter sun was low. From the observation deck at 640 feet / 192 meters, the shadow of the monument cast a sharp line across the levee and onto the Mississippi. Note the north leg of the Arch in the lower right.
Around the corner from the view in yesterday's photo, the ground floor of the City Museum has an area that looks like a bizarre undersea realm. There are tails and teeth and a giant whale mouth to crawl into. Small openings lead into a maze of tunnels on this level and up into the ceiling. Kids can disappear, so now the staff writes their adult's phone number on the child's wristband. It comes in handy.
The main stairway leading up from the lobby into the many wonders of the City Museum.The balustrade if made industrial rollers, each painted differently. But then there are other marvels on the ground level and even in the basement. One of the many, many slides is in the top background.
