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Four hours. That’s how far away the city was to their small hometown. Together they had talked about going there with each other for years. It was more Attie’s dream than Everlie’s, but she would follow Atticus anywhere, and she did. It didn’t take long for Everlie to figure out where they were going. Once Attie got on the main highway in and out of the state, she knew. Mountains and greenery was soon replaced by buildings, as far as the eye could see. And soon the sounds of a quiet suburban life were replaced by honking, construction work, and angry city dwellers. Everlie could not take it all in at once. Her mouth hung open the entire drive in, searching the skylines, sticking her head out the window, trying to see everything around her.  Many times during the drive Attie found herself watching Everlie take in her surroundings instead of watching the road, almost resulting in an accident or two. Finally she decided to find a parking spot and get out to walk around. Everlie had no complaints.

This is way too cool.” She stated, spinning around as she looked up at the tall buildings that seemed to go on forever. Atticus suck in a deep breath, taking in the polluted city air with a hearty smile, nodded over at Everlie.

I thought you’d like it. I didn’t take you here just to site see. We can do that after. I have a reason we’re here. Follow me.” Attie walked ahead slightly as Everlie watched after her before jogging to keep up. They walked together in silence for a moment, despite Everlie wanting to ask a million and one questions. She was in the dark yet again, all on Attie’s terms as usual. As they walked together, more than once Attie’s hands brushed up against Everlie’s, a simple brush of skin that sent chills down her spine. Even with people around them, even when someone could see, Attie didn’t recoil. She kept on walking, still rubbing up against her arm. Ever found herself smiling, found herself with a skip in her step, happier than she’s been in a long time. Maybe what Attie had said a few weeks ago was true. Maybe here in the big city things would be different. Maybe things already were.

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Last week the onceuponatown tumblr featured a post on photographer Arnold Genthe that mentioned his pre-earthquake photography in San Francisco’s Chinatown.  Above is an assortment of those photos, taken between 1896 and 1906.  The photos come from the Library of Congress, although most of these copies come from a Mashable article, as does this info: 

The Chinatown area of San Francisco was well documented by photographer Arnold Genthe. Genthe emigrated from Germany to San Francisco as a tutor to a wealthy German family. When his contract expired, he stayed in San Francisco and opened a photo studio.

Genthe was fascinated by Chinatown and took hundreds of photographs of the area and its inhabitants. He used a small camera and sometimes captured his subjects covertly. He later cropped some of his images to remove western references.

These images are some of the few that remain of Chinatown prior to the San Francisco earthquake of 1906. Stored in a bank vault, Genthe’s photos had survived the disaster.

The photographer rebuilt his studio and continued to work in and around San Francisco until 1911, when he moved to New York.

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Photographer Arnold Genthe with lady friends. 

1. San Francisco between 1896 and 1911.
2. Long Beach, New York between 1911 and 1942.

Arnold Genthe (January 8, 1869 – August 9, 1942) was a German-born American photographer, best known for his photographs of San Francisco’s Chinatown, the 1906 San Francisco earthquake, and his portraits of noted people, from politicians and socialites to literary figures and entertainment celebrities.

Arnold Genthe was born in Berlin, Prussia, to Louise Zober and Hermann Genthe, a professor of Latin and Greek at the Graues Kloster (Grey Monastery) in Berlin. Genthe followed in his father’s footsteps, becoming a classically trained scholar; he received a doctorate in philology in 1894 from the University of Jena, where he knew artist Adolf Menzel, his mother’s cousin.

After emigrating to San Francisco in 1895 to work as a tutor for the son of Baron and Baroness J. Henrich von Schroeder, he taught himself photography. He was intrigued by the Chinese section of the city and photographed its inhabitants, from children to drug addicts. Due to his subjects’ possible fear of his camera or their reluctance to have pictures taken, Genthe sometimes hid his camera. He also sometimes removed evidence of Western culture from these pictures, cropping or erasing as needed. About 200 of his Chinatown pictures survive, and these comprise the only known photographic depictions of the area before the 1906 earthquake.

After local magazines published some of his photographs in the late 1890s, he opened a portrait studio. He knew some of the city’s wealthy matrons, and as his reputation grew, his clientele included Nance O'Neil, Sarah Bernhardt, Nora May French, and Jack London. In 1904 he traveled to Western Europe and Tangier with the famous watercolorist, Francis McComas.

In 1906, the San Francisco earthquake and fire destroyed Genthe’s studio, but he rebuilt. Within a short time, Genthe joined the art colony in Carmel-by-the-Sea, where he fraternized with the literary elite, including George Sterling, Jack London, Harry Leon Wilson, Ambrose Bierce, and Mary Austin. Here he was able to pursue his work in color photography. Of his new residence, he wrote, “The cypresses and rocks of Point Lobos, the always varying sunsets and the intriguing shadows of the sand dunes offered a rich field for color experiments.” Although his stay in Carmel was relatively short (1905–07), he was appointed in 1907 to the Board of Directors of the Art Gallery in Monterey’s luxury Hotel Del Monte, where he insured that the work of important regional art photographers, such as Laura Adams Armer and Anne Brigman, was displayed with his own prints. By the spring of 1907 he had established his residence and studio at 3209 Clay Street in San Francisco, where he continued to enjoy membership in the celebrated Bohemian Club, attend prominent society functions, display his own work, and pen newspaper reviews of photo and art exhibitions.

In 1911 he moved to New York City, where he remained until his death of a heart attack in 1942. He worked primarily in portraiture, and Theodore Roosevelt, Woodrow Wilson, and John D. Rockefeller all sat for him. His photos of Greta Garbo were credited with boosting her career. He also photographed modern dancers, including Anna Pavlova, Isadora Duncan, and Ruth St. Denis, and his photos were featured in the 1916 book, The Book of the Dance.

Source: Wikipedia.