I finished scanning in my little scrapbook of pictures from the seventies yesterday. I made a copy of each entire page.
I like the way the pictures lay on the aging browning old pages. Then I proceeded to make smaller scans of the pictures themselves.
(and in the case of the page above the typed poem from years ago)
These old brown pages bring my youth back to me. I remember walking around and taking pictures with a 35 mm camera.
I liked geometric shapes, signs and graffiti.
But I also took other kinds of pictures.
This is my first wife in a bank.
We weren’t married then. I seemed to have fiddled with the f stop or something between these two. I love the imperfections of the old pictures.
I’ve always loved trees.
Anyway, you get the idea about the old pics. It’s kind of a wimpy way to do a blog post. But I don’t have that much to say today anyway.
Rule number ten hit me: “Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand — but tell it. Resign yourself to the lifelong sadness that comes from never being satisfied.”
Dave Barber sent me a clipping of this man’s obit. (Thanks again, Dave!) When I was sixteen or so, I did a show where his band was the main band. I had rehearsed with the dancers and singers (also high school students) so I got to sit in with his band during their numbers. Afterwards he gave me valuable advice about performing. Always have fun, he said. If you have fun playing then everyone has more fun listening.
He played jazz trombone and oboe.