Just walking through the door, fresh from her early morning Animal Session, unaware of remnants of the season stuck to her hat … As I was preparing breakfast, I had to grab an image before it all went away … Not quite a Leonardo sfumato, but something …
Author: leh
rDay Two-Hundred-Forty
The usual evening Charlie-Walk …
Yet Another D.V. Trek
Some more Gabriel Garcia Marquez moments from another Death Valley trip, circa 1972. I’m got an itch to go there right now, but I don’t want to until I can conjure up a replacement for my broken Nikon. And such a trip probably requires different considerations, budgetary and otherwise, than it did back then …
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Long Beach June 1972: Rolling Stones Concert
Found this bunch of miscellany on the run-up afternoon and evening of the Stones concert in Long Beach. Scalpers, police, hookers, Krishna people, photographers, fans …
(For a time I lived in the rather upscale Belmont Shore district of Long Beach, but spent most of my (photographic) time in the far more interesting Long Beach area known as The Pike, where tattoo parlors, sailors, prostitutes and all forms of grittiness prevailed. More to follow if I find some of those photographs.)
rDay Two-Hundred-Thirty-Nine: Dawn
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Climate change catastrophe. It snowed. But Charlie-Bob (Marley) loved his morning walk today.
California-Nevada Desert (Circa 1972-73)
On one Death Valley trip, we traveling photographers stopped in the tiny town of Beatty, Nevada after having checked out nearby ghost towns, including Rhyolite. In Beatty, we came upon a wedding in a bar (of which I so far can find only one or two photos, although I know we shot there for a couple of hours or more), then met and followed “Death Valley Annie” in her ’59 Ford to her combined desert residence/thrift store/junk yard. We also documented various automotive wastage along the way and into the eastern entrance to Death Valley. I also find a roadside photo (no, I did not go inside) of the notorious Cottontail Ranch which suddenly popped up in the middle of the barren desert. And the evening before, we spotted a strategically-placed sheriff’s vehicle with cardboard cutout of an occupant “officer”. A few images here, must be hundreds more somewhere …
rDay Two-Hundred-Thirty-Five
First snowing of the season.
Brings to mind W. C. Fields …