I grow old . . . I grow old . . .I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.–T.S.Eliot
Sophia’s age-mate Rita died yesterday. Great sadness.
Author: WmX
I stumbled off the track to success in 1968, started chasing shadows that summer. Since then, In addition to farm-laborer and newspaper photographer my occupational incarnations include dishwasher, janitor, retail photo clerk, plumber, HVAC repairman, auto mechanic, CAT scan technologist, computer worker and politico (whatever it takes to buy a camera.) I am on the road to understanding black and white photography.
excellence, heart, injury
Sophie used to retrieve on land. She can’t do that anymore. She goes at it too hard. Adapted that to plain running. Me on a bike, Sophie running alongside. That is out now, she goes lame, the impact aggravates her arthritis. The only place she is free now is in the water.
dog’s head
tired of cutting grass
shade in twenty five years.
graceland
January 1973. House o’ Elvis. Memphis, Tennessee.
malcolm
dawn
stranger
airport lounge, 1976
mamie
chaffee
Chaffee Burke, Old Rag, Virginia
Satyendra
Civic pride in the legacy of beauty and craftsmanship of the past as well as appreciation of earlier life styles will be fostered. And, most hopefully, residents of the community will develop an interest in preservation planning and actions and harmonious land use development for their community.—S.S.Huja. (Historic Landmark Study, 1976, page 2)