Category: Photography

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I Am Incorrigible

I’m so glad mustaches are making a comeback. I love me some beards, but there’s just something about a ‘stache that gets this coming-of-age-in-the-80s homo waxing poetic.

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I Know I’ve Posted This Before…

Land’s End, San Francisco, November 1987

…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.

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From the Analog Archives – San Francisco and Environs in the Late 1980s

Point Bonita Lighthouse
Downtown SF from the Sausalito Ferry
Downtown San Francisco from Twin Peaks
Castro Street looking south from just north of Market
At the base of California Street
Somewhere in the Richmond District
The bridge from Golden Gate Beach
Downtown from the Golden Gate Bridge Visitor Center
Palace of the Legion of Honor
Golden Gate Beach looking north toward Marin

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?

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Infrared Photography is Cool

Unfortunately, I’ve never mastered it.

(And I literally spent the last two hours pouring over all of my photos since we moved back from Denver trying to locate the one successful attempt I did make. Sadly, I could not find it.)

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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.