Today it was up at 4:03 am only to discover that some holiday decorating had been taking place. Later, a visit to friend Gary’s computer build/repair shop to, well, talk shop, then a country drive before snow starts falling again. Of course, the day was interspersed with the incessant dog walks, good food and an evening Netflix viewing of the CBGB movie to revive punk memories (recalling my first date with Kim to a Hollywod club where we heard a couple of live punk bands).
A storm larger than Earth? Read the story here.
Kim creates a luxuriously warm elephant-themed comforter, the Cur Most Foul dashes off to one of his favorite but unacceptable smell spots, and we cruise through the campus cold.
Proliferating here. Kim sends me this one, posted on the Seattle Channel’s Art Zone a couple of days ago. Watch for Chika early on. Shop Velouria!
Night time was the hardest to shoot, but probably the most interesting time to explore this (or most any other) city. Self-portraits occur from time to time, demanded by my girlfriend — herself a photographer — back in LA. My experience in Boston contrasted starkly with, say, New York, in that people on the street (police included) were very friendly and often struck up conversation.
In late summer or thereabouts, I was sent to Boston (Cambridge, actually) by my employer (GAO; I will probably have to explain GAO one of these times because most people either don’t know or don’t understand the outfit).
For a few weeks, I was part of a special crash course on systems analysis at Harvard aimed at government managers. Along with around twenty other students from all over the country, I got a lot of computer theory, a big dose of statistics (one of my favorite courses in college!), a little programming (but remember in those days, it was mainframe stuff; we didn’t have personal computers) and a lot of working through real-world case studies and problems.
By mid-afternoon each day I was out of the classroom so my camera and I hit the streets and public transit, mostly walking miles every day. Of course, I explored the Harvard campus as well. I didn’t socialize very much with my classmates outside, except to run across some of them in bars or restaurants or on self-guided history trails, as I seemed to have more in common with the people I met in the wild. I also tried to photograph my hotel room, which, except for TV and bathroom and the like, was done in replica or faux 18th and early 19th-century furnishings. It appears that my b&w negative archives contain at least 25 rolls’ worth of exposures, of which I have taken a look now at perhaps 10 percent of the lot. Here are some — previously rejected or ignored — of the snapshots from this first new dive into the material.
Pointing & shooting my way home after a late afternoon/early evening visit to Janet at 103 …
Tonight’s edition of The Observer shows this (see left) as its front page.
The (almost) entire article: Weather Hazards _ La Grande Observer _ Union and Wallowa Counties’ News Leader
Click here for the photo only in the print edition: Charlie-Observer_2015-12-09-0001
