My plein air street scenes of Pasadena go back over thirty years ago to an era when trendy Old Town was not trendy but was indeed very old and somewhat seedy. Change happens. Paintings of Altadena reveal an era’s end also. Mom and pop businesses and neighborhoods bow to a new era of corporate ownership and gentrification.
This barber and auto upholstery shop were some of the first Lincoln Avenue community retailers to fall to the demolisher. Jerry’s Farm, a second generation family business later suffered the smash of the wrecking ball.
Not often obvious are the people of this foothill community who go the way of the wrecking ball. While buildings sometimes garner front page headlines and a lengthy article in the local newspapers for their demise, the residents might get a blurb on the obituary page of their earthly passing.
People sometimes take to the streets to save brick and mortar from the wrecker, who will take the streets to save soul and spirit from the destroyer?
The Father, Son and Holy Spirit pondered this question a millennia ago as He asked, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?
Isaiah answered, “Here am I! Send me.”