May 17, 2004
Why the Orange Suit? & Photographers I Have Met
Back in the mid 80's while living in Albuqueruqe, New Mexico
I enjoyed browsing through 'Vintage Clothing' stores.
One day, while browsing, I pulled from the rack a Orange and
Green Paisley suit. It was tacky, but I liked tacky. It was also brand
new and cost only $35. I bought it along with a matching
tacky shirt that I found. I have always had a 'dry' sense of humor
and wearing this suit was perfect for me.
Looking back, this suit, to me, represented a side of me
that now seems like only a memory. I think I am still in touch
with my same sense of humor, but with the hard lessons of life
the suit does not come out very often. I desire to bring back
the laughter and fun/dry personality that I identified myself
The Orange Suit represents a time when I would take more
chances. Creatively.... Friends gave support to my efforts.
Now 'friends' seem so far away.
Not many people know that I really enjoy making people
laugh. I enjoy doing photography not for the money, but
for a smile it brings to someone or knowing that it created
a good moment in their life that otherwise would not have been.
I photograph most every day. You should see the stack of
new images that have been created. A few are seen on
my web site but most of the new ones are awaiting matts
and frames. Only seen by a few.
Yesterday I found the web site of David Michael Kennedy,
a photographer who has been living in Cerrillos, New Mexico, just
outside of Santa Fe. He sold his home and most of his possesions
and has been traveling across the country 'Living Life and Photographing.'
I have been very fortunate in life to meet some of the really
great photographers. I was with Ansel Adams in his darkroom
as he discussed his work. Another day on Weston Beach at
Point Lobos and suddenly he saw a new rock formation which
he had to photograph at that very moment.
What a moment, his concentration focused on the rocks
and camera, it was if nothing else existed. I am sure he had
been there more than a thousand other times.
Another memory was listening to Ansel talk about that
Halloween when he was returning from Taos, New Mexico
passing through the village of Hernandez. What he
saw and felt as he only had the time for one exposure
to capture perhaps his most well known photograph,
'Moonrise Over Hernandez.' The village of Hernandez looks
quite different today. It's never too late. Never give up.
I remember a wonderful memory of going to lunch with Edmund Teske
and then as we were returning to his studio/residence he stopped to
pick a white smashed cup off the sidewalk. He then said we must go
back to his studio to view some of his photographs. I must say they
were extrordinary duotone solorized prints (In 1953, Teske devised
the technique of duotone solarization) mostly of small smashed
objects that he found on the ground in his Hollywood, California
neighborhood. I learned then to look deeper into the World, seeing the overlooked.
I remember Walking around the harbor in Monterey, California
photographing with Ralph Gibson and later that year in
Orlando, Florida where I inviting him to teach a workshop
at the art center where I was teaching photography. One day I
was standing in a used book store with Ralph and I know we
saw the same book close to the same time but he was quicker.
Like a lightning bolt he grabbed the book before I could react.
It turned out to be a 1st edition of
"The Decisive Moment", by Henri Cartier-Bresson. This was 1978
and he said he could sell it in New York for $125, in Orlando he paid $5.
Today they are selling from $72 to $3600. Certainly a lesson of the
quick reaction time of a Great Street Photographer.
Don't listen to the critics, they don' t exist.
Edward Weston was an inspiration to me. In 1978, while attending an
Ansel Adams Workshop in Carmel, California, I Called Neil Weston,
(Edwards son), and asked if I could visit Edwards home on Wildcat Hill.
He said "Yes", gave directions and upon my arrival Neil conducted
a personal tour of his Father's, (Edward Weston), cabin on Wildcat Hill.
Neil opened some cabinets and on the ends of the shelves were initials
in pencil, (D.V., P.L., etc.) meaning his prints of Death Valley, Point Lobos
had been kept there. Another memory of the visit was the cat door by the
front door. A rope was attached to the cat door, running to the ceiling,
across the room into the bedroom attached to the bed post. The door
could be raised from the comfort of the bed to allow the cats passage.
It was still there after all the years.
Many years later I was fortunate to meet Brett Weston, Cole Weston,
Charis Wilson (Edwards former wife and subject of so many of his 'great' photographs),
and Beaumont Newhall in Santa Fe. I was able to photograph them
as a group.
There are memories of spending an afternoon with Paul Caponigro viewing
his work at his studio outside of Santa Fe.
I was lucky enough to be invited to the home of Edna Bullock
as she showed & talked about her husbands, Wynn Bullock,
photography. What a wonderful afternoon.
In 1978 while visiting a friend in Santa Fe, New Mexico I was fortunate
enough to spend an afternoon with Laura Gilpin in her home which
was located just off Canyon Road. Upon entering her adobe home I
was told that a PBS production crew was working on a documentary
of her life. They asked if I would let them interview me and reluctantly
I said "yes." I have not seen the documentary but a friend said they
did include me in the finished piece. It seems the night before my visit
Laura Gilpin heard someone trying to break into her home. She grabbed
her walking cane, saw the prowler climbing through an open window and
whacked him over the head knocking him out 'cold.' Very cool,
an 88 year old taking care of business. She called the police and the
intruder was arrested, or maybe rescued.
A bit More here.
April 04, 2004
The first time I saw this tree was 1961, the year we built our
'house.' It stood strongly next to our house, as I walked down the
front walk on my way to Junior High & then High School. It shaded our
house as I waved goodby to my parents when leaving for College and
it stood beautifully as I returned home to visit.
It protected our house for all those years with its
strength and beauty, with graceful limbs in the sky, home to many
small creatures. As a kid, it always seemed strong and tall.
As an adult, it was always the way I had remembered it. Time
has come and gone, giving many years of service through
several generations.....it was time..... Like all life, it was it's time......
Suddenly, on Thursday, March 25, at 10:00 a.m. 2004, it fell crashing
into the yard, decapitating two other trees and crushing the car my
Mother and Dad bought in 1980. The car, a total loss. Thankfully, no
one was hurt....but only by seconds. A good friend was walking
to the yard when he heard the snap and saw the crash. A few
more seconds and it could have been tragic.
This is the rear window, roof, and trunk.
The car is a total loss.
This photo was taken on February 23, 2004,
one month earlier. A more peaceful day.
March 29, 2004
My rides through chernobyl area.
Full Story >>
This is an amazing photo-essay by Elena. She presents some
incredible images as she rides her motorcycle into and around
the Chernobyl Disaster Area. An area which has been mostly
deserted since the Nuclear Disaster occured on
April 25th -26th, 1986.
March 22, 2004
The Tabulia Trees are in full bloom again.
The trees pictured above are on the West side of Lake Ivanhoe.
I was standing in the street with my camera photographing
the trees as a middle-aged female in a minivan eased past me,
pulled over to the right curb running over the beautiful
yellow blossoms on the street and stopped in front of the
Tabulia on the left of the photo. She parked right square
in the middle of what I was photographing. She then slid
out of the front seat with her camera and started photographing.
Seemingly oblivious of me standing there. It took her 10 minutes
to figure out that she had placed herself and her minivan in an area
that I was attempting to photograph. I said nothing to her about,
what I considered, her rude interruption. She finally said "sorry."
Returned to her van after getting her photo's and on she went.
Finally, after 15 minutes I was able to do the photograph above.
It is actually 4 photos seamlessly stitched together in Photoshop.
If this is my only complaint of the day, then I'm Happy!
I hope you enjoy.....
March 16, 2004
The computer that uploads the weather caught a virus this week.
At least that is what I thought. The Internet Provider Tech said it
was definitely "MY Computer." That was the problem.
Tuesday morning about 2:00 am is when it started.
Everytime the computer dialed in to the IP to upload weather
info it recieved an error problem.
I tried everything I could to see what was wrong with this
computer. Finally after 3 days, ENOUGH!
I purchased the eMachine. I use a Mac, but for the weather
station a PC is required. Anyway I get it hooked up.
Re-Create all the Weather Sensor Readings on the new
computer ( 7 Hours) and now I AM Ready. The eMachine starts
dialing in to my IP every 20 minutes and this is what I get:
ERROR PPP NO PROTOCOL CONFIGURED.
What!!!!! I call a different Tech at the IP and he says it
was a problem caused by a change Earthlink made
Tuesday Night....... It should be fixed soon.
15 minutes later it was. $500 I have spent, now What?
Should this Company show some responsibilty for
the Tech not checking further. It was not my computer
as I was led to believe.... If he had asked around he
would have known the problem was due to something on
their end of the Internet.
My Mother says the Azaleas have not bloomed this beautifully in over 20 years.
These photos were taken earlier today in her front yard in
Winter Park, Florida.
March 04, 2004