It's just the daily line of planes lining up to land at Sky Harbor Airport.
This One Brings Back a Lot of Memories…
…wandering through new age/crystal shops after taking the ferry from San Francisco across the bay to Sausalito during a balmy late autumn afternoon. It was one of those things you did with new boyfriends or out-of-towners after the obligatory walk across the Golden Gate Bridge. In fact, I believe it was in one of those new age shops that I bought my original copy of this recording. Never fails to put a smile on my face. Simpler times, fer sure!
Some memories of that trip to Sausalito…
Close to the Equinox
The View…
And Seemingly Just Like That, They Were Gone
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Released 41 Years Ago Today
Madonna: Madonna (1983)
When this album came out I was still living in Tucson. Reuniting after a six-month separation my first partner, Dennis, had moved back from Austin a month earlier. We wasted no time in planning out our renewed life together, deciding to move to Phoenix so he could attend ASU. On a recent up there for a job interview, I met Steve (no not that Steve), a man whose townhouse (and bed) we'd both eventually end up sharing. Advice to my younger self: don't do it. Anyhow…
Some visuals to go with the musical soundtrack…
I drove past this house for years on my way to work. I learned that it was originally built by the Ronstadt family (as in Linda). It sat unoccupied, in ever-increasing decay for years until that spring, when repairs began. Being a big fan of Frank Lloyd Wright, I always loved the design. It wasn't one of Frank Lloyd Wright's works, but it definitely reflected his influence.
Just the summer monsoons. I miss that about Tucson. Phoenix doesn't get anywhere near as much rain in the summer.
So yeah, I'll just throw this out there. I'm tempted to say I didn't know what I had when I had it, but that would be a lie. I knew exactly what I had and I used it to my advantage whenever I could. Those blue nylon shorts (with the liner strategically cut out) got me into trouble more times than I care to divulge.
Funny thing is that now, some four decades later, I cannot imagine actually sitting out in the sun for hours on end for no reason other than to get a tan damage your skin. Especially in Arizona!
This was a little photoshoot Dennis and I decided to do downtown a few weeks after his return. It was in a mixed use shopping/office complex called La Placita Village. After years of neglect and disuse, the place was torn down in 2018.
Pictures from the barrio, taken the same day as our photoshoot.
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Watching You Watching Me
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I Almost Got It
Who Is That Old Guy…
Scenes From Another Life
Equinox
Selfie Game On Point
Portrait
About Last Night…
I Am Incorrigible
He arrived on a motorcycle, shucked his helmet and sauntered in with an obvious bulge…
I Am Incorrigible
From The Archives
I Call It, "Old Men at the Dog Park"
I Am Incorrigible
A Long Time Ago In A Galaxy Far, Far Away
I Am Incorrigible
Blast From The Past
Back when I could still wear a red cap and not look like an absolute brain-dead idiot.
I Know I've Posted This Before…
…but it's probably my favorite photo from that time period.
Despite the smirk, I did still have some innocence left. The City had not yet completely chewed me up and spit me out. It would take another twelve years and two aborted six-month absences to break away from its spell before that would ultimately happen.
From the Analog Archives – San Francisco and Environs in the Late 1980s
It's a sad commentary and a reminder that you've gotten old when your own photographs start looking like the shots you see in faded magazines.
And you may be wondering why I'm posting all these analog archives things. Well, I ran across a forgotten folder on my drive called "scans (to be sorted)" and it's full of scanned slides that I'd created when I had a slide scanner (well before the fire and never replaced) with the intent of swapping out the poorer-quality scans in my virtual photo albums that I'd made from photo prints. Obviously life sidetracked me.
So hell…why not post them?