Friday, November 30, 2012

Happy Holidays...I have nothing to say

I'm buying books and reading. I found a copy of the first paperback printing of Hunter Thompson's book on the Hell's Angels for a dollar! I bought an elongated hardbound copy

of the Gibson Girls with extraordinaire art drawings

 from 1912. There are over 100 pages and Betty Blues' Junk shop is selling individual pages (for Christmas and Hanukkah stupid).

I met up with my mysterious friend Scott Summerville, fine editor of one of my favorite books, "Me and Big Joe", by Michael Bloomfield -guitar extraordinaire of the Paul Butterfield (Chicago) Blues band and the Super Sessions. These are Bloomfield's recollections of travelling with Big Joe Williams and how E. St. Louis went beyond him and he split Big Joe's `tour'. Brilliant book. Scott, with the unique hairstyle, (the higher the hair...the closer to God) is sometimes either in Champagne, Illinois, Redondo Beach or Brazil (he has a son). Carl Hanni fleshed out the threesome

and we ate heartily at Sher-E-Punjab lunch buffet on Grant and 1 st avenue.

As I was leaving I photographed

Sunday back to the Tohono O'odham swapmeet for El Salvadoran bfast.

There are two good restaurants near where I live in the foothills and China Sunrise has a set of waitresses I enjoy the company of Brooke (who sings while gathering the silverware, Katy who has gone back to school, Hannah who never likes how I pronouce her name, and Liz who has 2 kids).
The don't really like to b photographed but Katie let me take this one.

I buy books near El Sur restaurant on 22nd so I eat there often. I've known Diana since I started going there.

Audrey is new

I'm trying to eat less starch

same result

the boys plus one in the band ...I mean the chefs in the kitchen

I am very fond of Breena and the father of her soon-2-b kid. I shot her naked on a horse and took her to a Yaqui Easter observance (she is 1/2 Yaqui). I'm a `picker' and a gift giver and left her some new maternity panties I bought somewhere sometime, some winter pants for her young daughter and a t-shirt for Russ. She suggested we have a picnic in a hidden area of Ft. Lowell park near where she grew up. I followed and was delighted by its isolation. Breena is seven months pregnant.

Breena is so bright (she choreographed and everything else "the history of Burlesque") and beautiful I wanted to make images for her yet unborn son or daughter to see when grown up.

dad sees mom

then, of course, I got carried away with the frontier sensability and suggested
she faux hang herself

then that turned into a kiss

Breena was sweet enough to wear my new set of ty-shhirts available from my nephew Adam @ Big Time Threads. Go to my blog June 8th entry "Buy It Now or I shoot this desert hare". Click on the t-shirt you would like (or t-shirts) and it will bring you to a form to fill out.

Last Sunday Moises txted me about the Backyard Burlesque off Grande on the westside. $3-5 at the door. live music, vaudeville theater. Produced by Miss Leahbell, sometimes resident of Tucson...other times in Florida, it was exactly as it was stated...backyard party with friends. 

Leah seemed to hardly touch the ground

much more on this event to follow. I have plenty of images but no time

I am always trying to get time with Heather but like other young Tucson beauties one might as well seek an audience with the Pope. My friend Robert Villa has just returned from an amazing journey of rare snakes and semi automatic weapons, driving with another science friend all the way to Guatamala and back. One evening Heather put a bunch of us together to watch the footage Villa had brought back.  Any excuse to shoot this with Jared McKinley, masseuse, plant botanist, and booker of bands for the Hotel Congress.

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