Where ya been?

It’s been over five weeks. Where have I been? I’ve been thinking of a new direction for this blog. I’ve been thinking that maybe I have little drive to write as much as I thought. I’ve been taking care of other business, frankly. However….

At least there will be photos. My portfolio grew by dozens with our trip recently to visit my brother in Santa Fe, NM. (Our cabdriver from the airport made it very clear there were more than one Santa Fe.)

Sunset near Agua Fria, a small location on the edge of Santa Fe, NM. September 2022.

Elizabethan

Front porch light, Elizabeth City, NC. August 2010.

August colors

North from the Kalispel Rest Stop, Kalispel Tribe lands, Washington, USA. Mountains on horizon are blanked by heavy smoke from forest fires. August 2017.

in the presence of Ents

bless this kitchen

Kitchen setting, Hancock Shaker Village. September 2004.

One of my favorite photos to date. It has hung in our kitchens ever since.

just ducky, thanks for asking

Mallard on Pasquotank River, Elizabeth City, NC. February 2012.

Waiting at the mill

Problems in childbirth: poem is fighting its entrance to the world. We present therefore…

Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Tennessee side, May 2004

While we wait…Anhinga!

We’re waiting for complete gestation of a poem which speaks to the name of this blog-thing. Meanwhile…..

Anhinga in traditional pose, Everglades National Park, March 2010

from my mother’s day

Back side of Cathedral Rock, near Sedona, AZ, February 2022

I grew up looking at the old travel photos and souvenir filmstrips of the 1920’s through 1940’s which my mother and her parents collected. I distinctly remember some textured postcard-like sets of souvenir vistas which either she or her parents collected when traveling. This photo reminds me of those little cards (approximately 2 inches by 3 inches).

I never view these classic southwest American vistas without thinking of the Tru-Vue filmstrip viewer which introduced me to them:

Tru-Vue 3D filmstrip viewer, circa 1940s?

It’s not the best photo I have of the viewer, but it’s the most informative. The viewer itself is upside down: the flange sticking out of the top is the advancing mechanism which is customarily used at the bottom. Those persons aged 60-70 will recognize the concept which was translated into discs of photos which we looked at through similar, but more plastic viewers. A giant loss with these viewers of the 1960’s was that they only had a dozen or so images. The filmstrips above were almost limitless and offered several dozen black-and-white photos of the subjects named on the cartons shown. Even so, one notices that the Grand Canyon has at least three filmstrips. As I recall, the eight boxes which are not identified in the photo were of Yosemite National Park and Yellowstone National Park. An added plus is the intricately inlaid box which housed everything.

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