Category: Photography

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Flashback Friday

Not me this time, but my late friend Steve Golden, spinning at Hotbods in Phoenix, spring 1983:

And in a more relaxed state of mind…

He always thought me silly because of the number of photos I shot of him at work in the booth, but now, some 39 years (!) later, I'm so glad I did. Yeah, I was new to 35mm photography, never did really get the exposure right, and a lot of the shots are out of focus, but I'm so glad I took them. But that last one? Chef's kiss…

He would've been 64 last year.

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GPOY

Some days the best I can muster when I'm out in public and dealing with the hordes of unmasked animals, is a selfie-smirk.

Ben takes much better pictures of me than I do of myself. Maybe it's because he elicits a smile in me when I look at him, such that it is.

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Las Noches De Las Luminarias

Otherwise known as, "Date Night!"

Las Noches De Las Luminarias is something the Desert Botanical Garden does every year, although Ben and I hadn't been since 2009. This year we decided to eschew exchanging gifts (we both have everything we want or need materially at the moment), but decided to make Luminarias a shared gift. (We're also returning in March to capture the ongoing Chihuly exhibition at "golden hour.")

I just got a new phone, and figured this would be an excellent opportunity to put its camera to the test. It didn't disappoint.

(This is the best of literally a dozen shots we attempted of the two of us together.)

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From the Analog Archives: Around the Hood (and Beyond)

We'll call this "Hell on Fell" and leave it at that.
Hickory & Laguna (the green space to the right has been replaced with…you guessed it! CONDOS!
388 Market, my favorite building in The City
The Shaklee Building – If Walls Could Talk
"Tweezer Towers" aka The Manarin Hotel
My View From "Hell on Fell"
Hermann Street, Across from the US Mint
Page & Buchanan, Northeast Corner
Lily & Buchanan, Northeast Corner
Haight & Buchanan, Northeast Corner (Google tells me the building is much more colorful now.)
Duboce & Church Looking Northwest

San Francisco, September 1993

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Scenes From A Road Trip, Day 4

I didn't do it. I swear!

I'm glad we didn't dally in Los Angeles. Apparently a couple trucks decided to mix it up just east of the California/Arizona border. We luckily got past it right before they shut down one lane of traffic and created a 4 mile backup.

We had a great time on our little getaway, but at the same time I'm glad to be home.

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Scenes From A Road Trip, Day 3

Who wants cake?

One of my favorites.

"We're not speaking."

Oh. my.

I love the texture of this stone, and thought it would make a cool wallpaper.

I am incorrigible.

We were kind of disappointed. We didn't get to see the two things we booked the Getty for: the photography collection and the post 1800 paintings. "Closed until January 2022."

Ben was delighted to find something taller than he is.

"If they didn't want anyone to touch it, they wouldn't have put it so low."

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Scenes From A Road Trip, Day 2

Breakfast.

It's been at LEAST 1997 since my bare feet touched a beach. This trip was LONG overdue.
Ben in beach mode.
I call this one, "Old White Guy at the Beach"
Promoting the homosexual agenda I see….

Happy homos.

I am incorrigible even when I'm away from home.

Influencers gonna influence.
Ever wonder where they got the idea for Tik-Tok in "Return to Oz?"
And I call this one "The Newlyweds."
More happy homos.

Didn't this thing fall into the ocean in an episode of 9-1-1 a few months ago?
I swear I thought I was looking at the camera. Oh well. Sometimes good pix come from mistakes.

The new Amoeba Hollywood store.

"What?"
Yum. I'd almost forgotten what real Udon tastes like. (At Totoyama Sushi & Ramen)
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Glitch in the Matrix

I spotted this at work when I got back from lunch on Thursday. I couldn't make out exactly what it was, but from the distance it sort of looked like someone wearing sunglasses and a suit and tie looking out the window. I took a photo in hopes of blowing it up and putting the question to rest, but alas, that didn't provide an answer. It was gone completely when I left work, so whatever it was moved or had been moved—as was the sheet draped over the window.

I'm going to write it off as a glitch in the Matrix.

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I Was Incorrigible

Doorman at the Palace Hotel, San Francisco, March 1989

…even when I was using a film camera.

I lusted after this gentleman on the daily since I walked past the hotel on my way home from work.  He was always very friendly—bordering on flirtatious—so I finally got up the nerve to ask him out. He ever-so-politely turned me down.

I suppose I should also add the Palace Hotel to the list of venues from my previous post, although I never really frequented the place. It was one of those locales that had a reputation for a very low tolerance for menz gettin' busy in the restrooms, and arrests were commonplace. I happened to stop in for legitimate reasons once, and immediately understood why it was so popular—and so risky. The floors were a mirror-finish marble, and you could easily see everything going on in the stalls.