Jean's Challenge No. 2 – GREEN PASTURES


Jean was quick to find the answer to the first Green Lake challenge sent to him here on his own blog.  He found the “repeat” for the 1943 Green Lake snow scene on its north shore as easily, it seems, as tracing the scent of a wet wool sweater drying on a steam radiator.   Jean needs a greater challenge, and so we move our new mystery from the Green Lake in his Seattle neighborhood to the Green Pastures, most likely, of Eastern Washington.  And like the Kodachrome ’43 snow scene this dilapidated farm dates from the 1940s or 1950s at the latest.

Unlike the Green Lake image we know that this farm scene was photographed by Horace Sykes, member of the post-war Seattle Camera Club and an amateur who by the size and quality of his surviving work, we know obviously loved to travel the northwest looking for picturesque landscapes.  Some of them he identified and dated on his slides, but not this one.

There is very little that is tense or newsworthy in the Sykes collection, but lots that are gorgeous examples of what we once with radical edge referred to as bourgeois taste.   But by now I love Sykes’s tender exploring and obvious affection for his subjects.  He never tired of flowers either – especially orchids.

Can Jean meet this new challenge?  While it is almost nothing for Jean to jump in his Nissan and search the state for historical sites to repeat, with this one he will surely need lots of help.   In fact, he might as well stay home.  Almost certainly this old farm site is no more, razed in 60 some years of wind and rot.  But it may well be remembered still and identified.  The trick here is to use this blog’s viewers, especially the ones who have family and friends living on the dry side of the state.  Jean’s Green (Pastures) Challenge No. 2, is, then, a genial plea for help.  Where is it, or was it, this green scene?  We will be patient.

Look for Jean’s Challenge No. 3, soon to come and closer to Green Lake.

2 thoughts on “Jean's Challenge No. 2 – GREEN PASTURES”

  1. My bourgeois aesthetics, long submerged, will rise to meet this challenge. But how will you ever know, Paul, if I merely find a picturesque hillock and claim it has shared provenance? There are so many opportunities here for deception and, as you know, I can be quite deceitful.

  2. There is so much identity on that wide horizon that it would require the International Mob to wipe or reshape this fingerprint with a fleet of bulldozers. While mobs of many sorts, I know, own a good percentage of the bulldozers now working, this regrade would make the historic one of Seattle’s Denny Hill seem like a county roads project.

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