Sunday, February 26, 2017

Shelter from the Storm

Anyone that knows me knows I shoot EVERYTHING...ALL THE TIME. I've been that way since college. Now, more than ever, that freedom of expression is being threatened by general paranoia. I can't imagine Robert Franck could have made his "America" photos now. I went to the Tucson rodeo as I have in the past and this time in line to buy my ticket, the mother of the family in front of me turned on me and said "you better not be taking photos of my daughter!"
I bought my ticket and went below the bleachers to the walk- way where the concession stands were and sat down on a bench. The crowd of walkers was back lit and easy to shoot. After a half an hour of shooting a middle age woman sat down next to me and said "why are you taking photos of children without there permission".
huh. I told her I was photographing everyone...not children. I told her it was a public event and I had every right to take photos. She insisted I was taking photos of children. To shut her up I showed her the last dozen photos in my digital camera. She kept going till I told her I had shot the rodeo for the Tucson Weekly in the past. Turns out she never heard of Tucson Weekly, mostly because she wasnt from Tucson. After a while a mother came and stopped to my left and I asked if I could shoot her son and she said sure.
Finally the unpleasant woman to my right left. wow but I dont think robert Frank could have done his fine photos of America TODAY. Damn!

On my way to the rodeo I ran into my friend and model Emily and I told her I wanted to do a shot in the Rillito wash in sunset and she agreed to meet me at Swan and the River and did a few spectacular shots.

there's a woman named Margo that has a party twice a year and everyone goes to it. One sits in the backyard and plays catch up with friends and new friends. I met Dave Sayre, his girlfriend and then his son. Dave is a former teacher and artist whose moving to Japan tuesday. I took some shots of him and his son and he wanted them to take with him so I went over to his Toole studio and swapped art books for jpegs.

note the starry night between the dad and his (fakery) grimacing son.

On a sad note the (f....) soulless home association cut down my mesquite tree next to my house because the villian said it might fall on my house. (Yeah, right, but I'd be dead before it fell)

the majestic shadow of the mesquite b4 it waas cut down.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Steve Romaniello , emperor and friend, celebrates his 70th birthday at the C.O.D. Ranch in Oracle

Saturday me and Bob Campbell drove up to C.O.D. ranchin time for cocktails on the veranda, then cheese and crackers by the fire and finally fabulous dinner cooked by the double "D's". The toasts. Then dessert./ It felt like  wedding and Steve was the bride. The next day I took a hike aka walk with Joann around the property then fab breakfast by the double "D's".
The highlites for me was meeting Malcolm, the notorious owner of COD ranch, beautiful Leah (not my daughter) that I had met but hardly knew, seeing Seline from Rancho Linda Vista, seeing Joann in a barn dress yellow dress, Nora and more.

Joann and her daughter Alexi Smith

from a morning walk with Joann around the ranch

the rock and gem show around COD ranch

the next day breakfast with Malcom, Charlotte and Joann

Leah (not my daughter) daughter of Steve and enjoying a birthday also

There were those that were my age (70's) and those that were Leah's age (33)

father daughter spy team

Imo and others over cheese and quackers

the morning light at C.O.D ranch


Katherine and Bob during cheese and crackers

Andy Rush, Imo Baird and Tim Fuller

Charlotte toasts

Robin Hiller defends herself ...against herself

Robin toasts

Robin puts me and her husband out of focus (in perspective)

Bob Campbell in his `love' tie speaks, Jim Reed listens

Romaniello takes no prisoners

Leah has SO much personality in her face I think of her as a movie star like Claudette Cardinale

Rory clears his throat to tell the tale of San Francisco bay, him and Romaniello in a kayak and their near death experience

Steve embellishes

and more embellishmentout hop

Leah birthday coming the next day, toasts her dad (I was envious)

Nora begins her remarks about H O P E

Karen and Steve long time partners

Tim Fuller toasts his good friend Steve

growing up together and toasting Steve

Charlotte, Margo, Katherine

not a prayer but a thoughtful moment, connected loosely to the horror of Trump, closed borders and thoughtless behavior by our President.

When I was a junior at Scarborough high School north of Ossining, New York, the small private school decided we should recite the Lord's Prayer at lunch time. I was choosen to recite but refused, The angry math teacher raced over to me screaming that I must learn the prayer. I told him I knew the prayer but I was refusing to say it in my secular school. Civil disobedience at a young age (1962). I remember poet Alan Ginsberg carrying symbolic sacks of dirt at the 1972 Democratic Convention, Russell Means of A.I.M. joining the drum in Washington D.C. , Shirley Chisholm, NY state congressional member, retiring in 1983 after a lifetime of fighting the good fight.

There is no such thing as peace in the world today.

We must all fight the good fight for human dignity, integrity, and honesty.

I miss Obama


Steve opening his presents as emperor (Brother Chuck to far right)

a worthy mesquite on the C.O.D ranch

kind, big Mr. D prepares the ribs