Sunday, May 22, 2016

My Birthday Fast Approaches

Martin at about 1-2 yrs old


When I was about eleven or twelve, we lived in a house in Hialeah that previously was owned by my dad's Aunt Teddie and Uncle Irving. The first house I grew up in was only a few blocks away from the huge municipal city pool, Milander Pool. Having a pool in the backyard was a completely different thing! This pool party was probably back in 1983-84, if I had to guess. 

 For the past few weeks, I have been scanning my old family photos. The bulk of them have been stored in the old "magnetic" photo albums with adhesive pages. I guess if you stored photographs in a bucket of rusty nails filled with water you might have a worse method of preserving those memories. Trying to get the images un-stuck from the adhesive has been a big pain in the neck. Scanning hasn't been without its frustrations. I am struggling to get decent saturation in the image while also dealing with dust specks and fingerprints and image degradation.

My dad with the neighbor kids including Sondra and Sue Jean and Lee Ho.
Having a pool meant that almost any birthday was cause for a pool party. Since the majority of the kids I knew were on the swimming team, it sort of made sense. I don't know if I ever saw one of my fellow Seahorses on a bike... but by god, I saw them in every Speedo they owned. Every weekend from May through October, if there wasn't a swim meet, we were likely celebrating someone's birthday. Most of us ended up with bleached hair and webs between our fingers and toes.

Friday, April 1, 2016

My Grandfather


Trying to write about my grandfather is difficult. He was one of those larger-than-life characters. He served as a Marine in World War II in the Pacific Theater on an amphibious tank. He spent most of his life in the western states (WY, ND, SD, MT, CO). At one point he owned a business which installed power lines, bringing electricity to very remote areas of the west. His later years were spent living off the grid, outside Cody WY, high above the Shoshone River.

 This is my grandfather and my aunt Melanie. Not sure where though.

 This image is of my uncle Eddie and my grandfather. Heading off to go hiking somewhere.

This image is of my uncle Jack, his wife, my aunt Lou, and my grandfather. These three hiked, fished and camped all over the Yellowstone area wilderness. The stories aunt Lou used to tell about being charged by moose or having their camp raided by bears... incredible! And yes, those staples in the photo are really there... my mom stapled these photos into the album pages.


Both my mother and my aunt Melanie were interested in pottery (it was the 60s after all)... so after looking at a photograph in a magazine, my grandfather built two of them. He even created a way to use a motor from a dryer as a drive motor for the wheel. He had never actually seen a kickwheel up close, but that didn't stop him from making one.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Winter Has Come and Gone

Taughannock Falls, March 2016

Most years, at the end of March, the trail to the base of the Taughannock Falls is littered with ice falls and giant icicles hanging from the highest overhanging rocks. The trail usually has pockets of deep hardened snow. This year Spring arrived early. The trails are clear, upper and lower. There are precious few icicles anywhere in the gorge at this point. In the image above, the snow patch on the right will be gone in a day or two. Spring is most certainly early this year.

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Winter Went Where


I had all sorts of things I wanted to say about how warm it has been this winter... thoughts about how incredibly cold it was the day I took this photo.... and then I thought: nah.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Puppy-dog Eyes

Georgia Rose before heading to the groomer's this week

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Heading West into the Snow

Heading west into the snow

Blue Light

First Snow in February