From Welding Rods to the Big Screen

This is a Peerless Magnarc Projector from the 1930’s. The “arc” part of the Magnarc model name is from the welding rods that are fired to form an arc and provided enough light for projection. You had a positive and negative rod that created the light. Attached to this unit you would have found a projector housing and reels.
Just a wonderful part of history that was photographed in the basement of the theater.

ColonialTheaterProjector

Image selected as part of the Centennial group exhibition at the Carr Gallery in downtown Idaho Falls.

WICKED TWISTED ROAD

Reckless

LYRICS BY WILLY BRAUN
RESTLESS KELLY
My first love was a castle in the sky
I never thought I’d make it till I had the guts to try
Then I sat up in my tower while the whole world passed me by
Yeah, my first love was a castle in the sky
My first love was a fearless driving rain
Scared to death I thought I’d never see her face again
They say God was crying so I guess he felt my pain
My first love was a fearless driving rain
My first love was a wild sinful night
I ran out with the big dogs
Guess I had more bark than bite
I know I won the battle but in the end I lost the fight
Yeah, my first love was a wild sinful night
My first love was an angry painful song
I wanted one so bad I went and did everything wrong
A lesson in reality would come before too long
Yeah, my first love was an angry painful song
My first love was a wicked twisted road
I hit the million mile mark at seventeen years old
I never saw the rainbow, much less a pot of gold
Yeah, my first love was a wicked twisted road
My first love was a wicked twisted road

THE IMPRESSION OF YELLOW

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“Try to forget what objects you have before you – a tree, a house, a field, or whatever. Merely think, ‘Here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow,’ and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact color and shape, until it gives you your own impression of the scene before you.”

-Claude Monet-

Bare against the wind and the cold

“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”
Ernest Hemingway-