Somewhere along the line I took over the care of Catt Black (aka Catness), a feline originally owned by a local Pinetop friend who had to leave our mountain community. Here, in my cabin, Catt Black jumps between me and the camera as the shutter inadvertently fires. This animal returned with me to Los Angeles (despite my efforts to find an alternative home) and ultimately ended up with my L.A. friends Roy and Dana.
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Random images for a random afternoon’s walk …
Albuquerque — even before Breaking Bad and Walter White — was an interesting place and made for a relatively easy weekend trip from the Reservation. I visited several times, once for a national conference on Indian issues, once to attend the then-fledgling international hot air balloon festival and often just to play and photograph. I just came upon a few photos, but couldn’t seem to locate many of the balloon event. Then I realized that I must have photographed those activities in color, as befitting the nature of the festival. And my color work — while representing images perhaps in the few thousands, as compared to the tens of thousands of my work in black & white — is almost wholly disorganized into poorly marked boxes and shelves. And I even found a batch of old slides loosely collected in a plastic grocery bag.
Anyway, here is the first of what should become a considerable series of New Mexico photographs made during the Arizona Apache era.
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