Utah's State Capitol, which has been under scaffolding for several years while being retrofitted with earthquake safety engineering, is now brilliantly welcoming all visitors.
Every day I drive up State Street on my way to work, a street that ends at the Capitol building. Every day since the scaffolding came off I have thought I should go for a "look-see".
A slow day at work...a long lunch break...and just like that...my "should go" finally happened.
The western mountain range in the distance with a name that I can never spell without looking it up... Oquirrh which means "Shining Mountains" in the Paiute Indian language.
And to the East, the Wasatch Range, which means "Mountains with Many Waters".
We live at the base of the Wasatch mountains, about at the right edge of the picture above.
I do so appreciate buildings that will tell you exactly when they were build!
Cool light fixtures festoon the exterior walls.
One of several doors into the building. I really had no idea what I would find inside the building if I opened the door...or if I would even be welcomed inside without an appointment.
And to the right of the ground floor...a marble staircase leading to... ??????
The view to the left. The statues at the base of the room are larger than life sized and recently commissioned.
To give you a sense of scale...the balcony railing is about chest high.
The old-timey elevator could have been an interesting ride...but I was in the mood to climb stairs.
The marble stairs with gold edging.
Up on the second floor I can see the historical paintings up close,
And amazingly to me, I can wander about at will.
Very stately gallery seating don't you think?
Sweet little faces grace the carved pillars.
Back into the main area outside the chamber are many offices for various department heads.
Just pretty details...and so well restored!
More dome painting views from the second floor.
I was amazed at all the detail work everywhere!
I liked the ballroom scene in the one painting.
And that a good portion of those women were pregnant when they began the journey.
Women were sure a lot tougher back then.
Farnsworth, a man who was born long ago in a log cabin in a small town in Utah.