By happenstance, I scanned this Kodachrome of the Golden Gate Bridge this morning—it’s one of a handful of slides that remind me of a brief trip south from Oregon, in May of 1972.
I don’t recall where I stood to take the shot (along the famous piers, most likely), but I do remember that I snapped it because of the sailboat. Perfect timing, in just the right place.
Other memories are provoked by the picture, too, but they’re fading, almost lost. Mental images are like that. That’s OK, though—sometimes it’s better to cross a bridge without looking back. Because…
Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge.
The remains of Ancestral Puebloan cliff dwellings are tucked into the narrow canyons near Bluff, Utah, like stone secrets. Among these, Monarch Cave is one of the more attractive and accessible sites.
As Ulrich and I made our modern pictures, we were the latest link in a centuries-old chain of visual expression.
I think a painting is more like the real world if it’s made out of the real world. —Robert Rauschenberg
Years ago…off Interstate 84, east of The Dalles, Oregon…no other technical details available (this is from Fujichrome), except that I had to HURRY.
As usual, scanned on a Nikon Coolscan V, using Silverfast software.
The sun is new each day. —Heraclitus
Rainbows are illusions in Nature’s mirror.
History is a concept, often assisted by gravity.
There are many things that can only be weighed by a heart or mind.
Ornate. Is there a better adjective to describe Europe’s historic architecture? Here is a small gallery taken during my visits to England.