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Monument Valley



We were supposed to take a family vacation there a year or two ago. The fact that we didn’t is probably my fault.

HT: Gerard


All women of a certain age need to see this:

Old Tattoos

The body of a woman needs no adornment. All these young ladies with their fashionable tattoos, will some day look like this fat ol’ broad. That they can’t see that this is their future amazes me. Again, if you ever meet a young lady contemplating tattoos, show her this picture.

Photographer’s Girlfriend Leads Him

Check it out:

girlfriend leads

There is a whole series of photos.

Update: When I was in Red Square in 1980, GUM was not lit up like that. In fact, at night if you visited Red Square, you almost had the place to yourself. I’m sure there were cops keeping an eye on me, it was, after all, the height of the Brezhnev era, but they kept their distance.


Going through this photo collection at Slate, reminded me of this post which provided a link to this collection of photos.


You can get to the Slate post just by clicking on the photo.

Check out those eyes




Click on the photo for more pics of the young lady.

Go check this out

Really, you need to click here: Wilma Hurskainen.

Just one sample:


Lots more, with an explanation.

Scouts and Guns

Old Picture of the Day: Scouts and Guns.


From the post:

I don’t know about the summer camp you went to, but mine definitely did not have a 50 Cal BMG at the shooting range, although I think it is a great idea. Nothing would rejuvenate interest in Scouting like some automatic weapons at the shooting range!

I got the pleasure of sending about 10 rounds of 50 cal downrange while in the Marines. It was very cool. That gun is amazing. The sound that thing makes ranks with the sound of Ducatis and V8′s.

That blog is well worth checking out.

A few pics of our trip to Florida…

Not certain that everybody will like to see themselves on line, but here we go:

This is Larry.  He’s choosing between fried oysters, fried shrimp or a cheeseburger.  I think the cheeseburger won.

This is the Ace and her cousin.  They don’t look related, do they?

This is my niece and She Who Must Be Obeyed.  SWMBO won’t like the picture.  They were amused by the free watermelon sign.  You could get a hold of someone though if you wanted to make a donation.  Small town.

The Deuce shooting pool.  He’s fourteen and in a bar shooting pool.  The difference between him and me is that my parents owned the bar!

The three oldsters watching the youngsters play pool.  The kids were awful!  I need to get them out to the bars more often.  It was painful to watch.  To think I have teenagers that are that bad at eight ball, it is downright scandalous.

We saw the Tennessee Firearms, a blue grass band, in another bar on another afternoon.  Lots of bars in beach towns in Florida.  Which I believe to be a good thing.  This particular joint was right across the street from the house we rented.

New camera technology…

Take a look at this article from The New York Times: A Start-Up’s Camera Lets You Take Shots First and Focus Later.

Very interesting idea.  I have a lot of otherwise good shots that could be fixed with technology like that described.

The Skipper…

We all remember The Skipper, don’t we?  The leader of that ill fated three hour tour?

It must have been about 1988.  My roommate and I were reading the paper on a Saturday morning while drinking coffee.  It was a Saturday morning in the spring and it was really nice out.  I spotted an advertisement for a boat show at the Arlington Convention Center.  The ad touted an appearance by Alan Hale, Jr., the actor that played the Skipper on Gilligan’s Island.  He was scheduled to appear that afternoon.

I read this out loud, and said we should go to the boat show and see the Skipper.

Woody said, half joking, “Yeah, that’s a good idea, maybe we can get our picture taken with him.”

I laughed, then said, “That’s a good idea.  We get a picture with him and then we can make it into a Christmas card.”

Woody laughed, by this time we were quite amused with ourselves, and said, “It could say Merry Christmas from Mike, Woody and The Skipper!”

More laughter.

Then a long pause…

I put the paper down, looked across the room at Woody, and said, “Let’s do it.  I’ve got film in my camera.”  (Yes this was back in the days when you could still buy Kodachrome.)

We laughed the whole way over to the Arlington Convention Center, we were stupid giddy with the cleverness of our idea.  We had to stand in line for about half an hour.  When we got to the front, we asked Mr Hale (RIP), if we could have our picture taken with him.  He gave us a big smile and said, “Sure!”

I can’t find the Christmas card anymore, but I did come across the picture:

If you know me today; that is one funny looking picture.  I’m way better looking now, just ask me.

It’s a good thing this blog is somewhat anonymous, as I’ve just embarrassed the crap out of my kids.

My wife is long past the stage where she is embarrassed by my antics.

Woody?  He’s in the seminary.  On his way to becoming a priest.  I hope the Bishop doesn’t see this.