Helpful, but the street scenes shot from a moving car are blurred and uncomfortable to watch. Otherwise, this is a nice video survey of Saratoga Spings.
Its funny, that I drive taxi in Saratoga, and I dont know most of this. People ask me every day what is there to do, anything to see, in Saratoga after the tracks ends and I say, " Not much " I wish there were a way to play your video for the passengers
Hi Timothy, I am just seeing your comment now. Glad our video was helpful to you. I think the local taxis should run videos on the tv in the back seat. If there are tv's that would be very helpful for the passengers to get a feel for the town
“Those who admire our town speak of it as pleasant, safe, comfortable, attractive, and friendly. It is all these things. But such qualities, however worthwhile, contain an element of the questionable. At their heart lies an absence. It’s an absence of all that is not pleasant, all that is uncomfortable, dangerous, unknown. By its very nature, that is to say, our town represents a banishment. But the act of banishment implies an awareness of the very thing that is banished. It is this awareness, we maintain, that breeds a secret sympathy for all that is not reassuring. Surfeited with contentment, weighed down by happiness, our citizens feel, now and then, a sudden desire: for the unseen, for the forbidden. Beneath or within our town, a counter-town arises-a dark town devoted to the disruption of limits, a town in love with death. Severe illnesses demand severe remedies. We propose that the Committee insert into our town the things we have kept out. We suggest a return to public hangings, on the hill behind the high school. We support gladiatorial contests between men and maddened pit bulls. We recommend the restoration of outlawed forms of public punishment, such as stoning and flaying. We advise a return to the stake, to fire and blood. We ask that once a year a child be chosen by lot and ritually murdered on the green before the town hall, as a reminder to our citizens that we walk on the bones of the dead. Our town has been emptied of darkness, robbed of death. There is nothing left for us but brightness, clarity, and order. Our citizens are killing themselves because their passion for what’s missing has nowhere else to go. We urge the Committee to consider our recommendations with the utmost seriousness. Anything less than a violent response to our crisis will certainly fail. Some say that it is already too late, that our town is heading for extinction. We, on the contrary, hold out an anxious hope. But we must act. Already the disease has begun to spread to other towns-here and there, in nearby places, we read of extravagant suicides, of deaths that cannot be accounted for in the usual way. We who have studied these matters, we who have pursued our investigations into the darkest corners of our minds, are not ourselves exempt from stray imaginings. On warm spring evenings, when dusk settles over our houses like a promise of something we dare not remember, or on blue summer nights when we step from the shadows of porches into the brightness of the moon, we feel a stirring, a restless desire, as if we were missing something we had thought would be there. Then we take firm hold of ourselves, we set our jaws and turn back, for we know where these flickers of feeling can take us. And perhaps what is happening in our town is simply this, that a familiar flicker, of no harm in itself, has been allowed to develop without impediment, that our citizens have become gifted in the dark art of not holding back. For at that moment, before we turn away, we too have seen the distant figure beckon, we too have heard the black wings beating in the brain.” -Steven Millhauser (Saratoga Springs resident), “A Report on Our Recent Troubles” (from his book “Voices in the Night”).
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Nice Video. One of my favorite town in the world where I spent a marvelous time. Me like Saratoga.
A little known thing. The old house used in the classic horror movie, "Ghost Story" is still there ! Google the title to see the house then !
The "Yaddo" name comes from their little girl mispronouncing "shadow" as she exclaimed "Look at all the yaddows!"
Helpful, but the street scenes shot from a moving car are blurred and uncomfortable to watch. Otherwise, this is a nice video survey of Saratoga Spings.
Rich Hughes Thank you for your feedback! My son filmed it when he was 14 years old 😄 We do hope to do an update in the near future...
Thank's for the film Bunny :-)
Its funny, that I drive taxi in Saratoga, and I dont know most of this. People ask me every day what is there to do, anything to see, in Saratoga after the tracks ends and I say, " Not much " I wish there were a way to play your video for the passengers
stop saying that Tim. I would be happy to take you on a tour of my hometown of Saratoga Springs.
Hi Timothy, I am just seeing your comment now. Glad our video was helpful to you. I think the local taxis should run videos on the tv in the back seat. If there are tv's that would be very helpful for the passengers to get a feel for the town
“Those who admire our town speak of it as pleasant, safe, comfortable, attractive, and friendly. It is all these things. But such qualities, however worthwhile, contain an element of the questionable. At their heart lies an absence. It’s an absence of all that is not pleasant, all that is uncomfortable, dangerous, unknown. By its very nature, that is to say, our town represents a banishment. But the act of banishment implies an awareness of the very thing that is banished. It is this awareness, we maintain, that breeds a secret sympathy for all that is not reassuring. Surfeited with contentment, weighed down by happiness, our citizens feel, now and then, a sudden desire: for the unseen, for the forbidden. Beneath or within our town, a counter-town arises-a dark town devoted to the disruption of limits, a town in love with death. Severe illnesses demand severe remedies. We propose that the Committee insert into our town the things we have kept out. We suggest a return to public hangings, on the hill behind the high school. We support gladiatorial contests between men and maddened pit bulls. We recommend the restoration of outlawed forms of public punishment, such as stoning and flaying. We advise a return to the stake, to fire and blood. We ask that once a year a child be chosen by lot and ritually murdered on the green before the town hall, as a reminder to our citizens that we walk on the bones of the dead. Our town has been emptied of darkness, robbed of death. There is nothing left for us but brightness, clarity, and order. Our citizens are killing themselves because their passion for what’s missing has nowhere else to go. We urge the Committee to consider our recommendations with the utmost seriousness. Anything less than a violent response to our crisis will certainly fail. Some say that it is already too late, that our town is heading for extinction. We, on the contrary, hold out an anxious hope. But we must act. Already the disease has begun to spread to other towns-here and there, in nearby places, we read of extravagant suicides, of deaths that cannot be accounted for in the usual way. We who have studied these matters, we who have pursued our investigations into the darkest corners of our minds, are not ourselves exempt from stray imaginings. On warm spring evenings, when dusk settles over our houses like a promise of something we dare not remember, or on blue summer nights when we step from the shadows of porches into the brightness of the moon, we feel a stirring, a restless desire, as if we were missing something we had thought would be there. Then we take firm hold of ourselves, we set our jaws and turn back, for we know where these flickers of feeling can take us. And perhaps what is happening in our town is simply this, that a familiar flicker, of no harm in itself, has been allowed to develop without impediment, that our citizens have become gifted in the dark art of not holding back. For at that moment, before we turn away, we too have seen the distant figure beckon, we too have heard the black wings beating in the brain.”
-Steven Millhauser (Saratoga Springs resident), “A Report on Our Recent Troubles” (from his book “Voices in the Night”).