
I Am Incorrigible
Blast From The Past
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?
From the Analog Archives

From the Analog Archives
From The Analog Archives

Gratuitous Glamor Shots
A Long Time Ago, In a Galaxy Far, Far Away
Sometimes Nature Cooperates for a Picture
A couple weeks ago…
A Long Time Ago In A Galaxy Far, Far Away…
Scenes from a Desert Metropolis
I Call This One…
A Certain Aesthetic
A Long Time Ago in a Galaxy Far, Far Away
Places Long Gone
Flashback
Who Is That Old Man And How Did He Get In Here?
A Certain Aesthetic
Just Because
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I didn't find the infrared photo I was looking for, but I found a bunch of others worth sharing…
Infrared Photography is Cool
Mistakes as Art
A Rare Beast Caught in the Wild
This-n-That
I had to drive up to Prescott yesterday to pick up Quirky & Company after having some post-restoration tweaking done to the power amp by my tech… and to drop off his next project.
I left the house early to hopefully miss the usual holiday traffic that clogs I-17 heading north.
I took my time and generally stayed in the right lane and drove the speed limit, allowing everyone else who was hell-bent on getting to hell before me to do their thing. Better to arrive late and alive than not arrive at all is my motto—especially on a holiday weekend. I got to Randy's house around 10:30 and after verifying that the problem had been fixed and a sharing a bit of vintage audio reminiscing, I headed home, stopping at Lucky's BBQ (love this place!) for lunch.
It was really shaping up to be a beautiful day and I was in no particular hurry to get home. I realized I hadn't taken any pictures of much of anything lately, so I decided to stop at Sunset Point.
At one point—like when I still had a full head of dark hair and a porn star 'stache and long before I met Ben—in addition to having gorgeous views of the adjacent valley and mountains, Sunset Point was also known for an absolutely notirious t-room. ADOT's attempts at keeping the gloryholes sealed up were no match for the hoards of horny truckers and their efficient metal-cutting tools who passed through the area. But sadly, after years of this seemingly never-ending battle those—pardon the expression—heady—days came to an abrupt end when ADOT went nuclear and built new completely cockhound-unfriendly facilities immediately adjacent, and sealed up the originals like tombs, effectively putting an end to the era.
Just Because
Spotted downtown as I was leaving for lunch today. My photographer's eye said, "DO IT."
Sorry…
Scenes from 1983






















If we had digital cameras or cell phones when I was in my 20s I would've taken a lot more photos.
Scenes From a Road Trip: White Sands
Though White Sands was one of the main destinations on our itinerary, we almost didn't stop. We'd just come over the Sacramento Mountains where we were alternately fighting rain and snow flurries, and it seemed more storms were heading in our direction from the west—something guaranteed to spoil any photographic hopes we'd had. But not knowing when we'd be this way again, at the last minute we said fuck it, and—deciding to risk the whims of the weather—made the turnoff to the National Park.
I'm so glad we did. Of all the times we've visited White Sands, this time I think we got some of the best pictures ever.
Just as I'd done with Anderson when he was new, I wanted some glamor shots of Rabbit in the sands…even though—much like his daddy—he's no longer new at all.


The picnic enclosures in the park always reminded me of the sand ships from the 1980 production of Ray Bradbury's The Martian Chronicles (starring Rock Hudson, no less)—even though I know in actuality they look nothing like them.
And that's all folks! We overnighted in Deming, stopped in Tucson for lunch, and were back home by mid-afternoon! Total miles traveled on our little adventure: 1445.
Scenes From a Road Trip: Decay
Another perk of having diverted through Roswell is it gave me an opportunity to rephotograph one of the hundreds of abandoned and decomposing structures along the New Mexico highways that I stopped for in 2000.
This little fixer-upper is located at 33° 20′ 24.4″ N, 105° 4′ 27.98″ W, on the north side of State Route 380/US-70 west of Roswell.




I wanted to recapture this building since when I first stumbled upon it I'd taken most of the photos with a crappy Sony Mavica digital camera (the one that had the 3-1/2" floppy drive for storage) and the resolution was abysmal. Even the shots I took with my 35mm film SLR weren't what I was hoping for. So it was time for a do-over.
Amazing what 22 years of technology—and constant exposure to the elements can do.


Bonus shots: