The Bridge Of Time

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.
—Don Henley

Time In A Bottle

There never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
—Jim Croce

Big Ol’ Barn

Light along the Oregon coastline and in the small inland valleys is often naturally diffused by moisture in the air (aka fog), as in this early morning Kodachrome from the 1980s. I converted it to digital using SilverFast 8 software with a Nikon Coolscan V scanner.

I was so naive as a kid I used to sneak behind the barn and do nothing. —Johnny Carson

Wet & Wild (Kodachrome, That Is)

As I work through my film archive, Kodak moments pop up regularly, like this pair, taken in 1980.

“Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.”
—Pablo Picasso