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From TECHNOLOGY / TECNOLOGÍA, curated by Peter Westwick:

Twentieth-century Los Angeles was built on technology: the railroads that brought millions of migrants, and the streetcars and internal-combustion automobiles that ferried them across an increasingly sprawling metropolis once they got there; the massive pumps that pushed water from the Central and Owens Valleys and the Colorado River to a thirsty city; and, yes, the massive, whirling turbines, driven by falling water or hot steam, and the hundreds of miles of transmission lines that fed the juice to power-hungry homes and factories and cast the city’s web across much of the American West.

More highlights from “Form and Landscape: Southern California Edison and the Los Angeles Basin, 1940–1990,” part of the Getty’s Pacific Standard Time Presents: Modern Architecture in L.A.

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Photographer unknown, The receiver (boiler) glows brilliantly during acceptance tests at Solar One in April, 1982, 1982. Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens. Included in TECHNOLOGY / TECNOLOGÍA, curated by Peter Westwick.

Photographer unknown, Chevrolet two-door sedan with wrecked front end, 1949. Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens. Included in COLLISIONS / CHOQUES, curated by William Deverell.

Joseph Fadler, Victorian home exteriors, 1966. Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens. Included in NOIR / RELATO NEGRO, curated by D. J. Waldie.

I’ve been to Solar One and worked on a project for a similar molten salt system. Didn’t expect to see it on Tumblr! 

Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.
The Winter of the Air  (via arabarabarab)

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