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Stories XI
The photography Years III A work in progress.
19 April 2008:This is the long promised web page. The page was written years ago...though not published...no real reason...just never got around to it. I have been writing a blog of sorts...now 65,000 words on 200 pages. I no longer live in UK Land...London...but in a village on the shores of Lake Velence, Hungary. I have also gone on a journey back in time via my photographic negatives. I have pulled from the 10,000 some odd frames...about 50 of the very best...and printed them...on A3 paper. I am happy with them...but I can see adding more. I am in the process of going through them again...to find some hidden meanings that I had missed...in realtime. The result is that I now have more photos to add to this body of work...my web pages. And...some interesting observations. Having just read this page...for the first time in years...I see that it was done "quick and dirty"...as in no depth. Can't be helped...I wrote it as the thoughts came to me. I see that the last line on this page proclaims an end to my photography years. Well...there was more to tell...in fact...and I may get around to it...or...more likely...I'll cover it in my blog pages...coming soon.
Michelle B... Ah! Michelle...Reminds me of the Beatles song. I always fantasized about "a" Michelle. It did come true. Right! I just remembered how this all came about. Well...you remember Dorle..? Well...she had started or had been working for this upscale furniture store just off Broadway E. called JAYMAR. She's the one that had mentioned my name to the owner. I went down to see the owner and was soon shooting the first ad or two. He'd have, delivered to my Phinney Ridge house anything that I wanted to shoot. So it was that I picked this unique looking white chair as my first shot. I took time to look around for possible shots right there in the store...and in fact took a few. I used Dorle for the chair shot, I owed her.
The first ad (above left) was already in print. About two weeks later I brought down three new camera ready ads and was introduced to Michelle. She had asked to see them too. I guess she had seen the first two after I'd delivered it and had not met me. She worked in some capacity for the owner. She had formal training to graphic arts as it would turn out and he had asked for her opinion of my work. After studying my prints, she declares them to be very good. Like I didn't already know that...but I had to play along. So with that out of the way...I was free to continue as per our agreement. I had made a point of stating that I would decide which pieces I would shoot. At one point I was told that there was a warehouse, just up the street, full of other things for me to choose from. Michelle was to take me up there to check it out. I must admit that I was taken by Michelle almost immediately. She was very cute...I thought. We talked as we walked the block or so to the warehouse and learned that she had an interest in photography. I picked up on the fact that I thought she liked not only my work but me as well. I guess it was mutual. We got to the building and when we began to climb a long flight of steep and ill lit stairs, I placed my hand onto the small of her back to guide her and to prevent her from falling...YEAH...double SURE you're thinking! Hey...it worked! Later, we agreed that she'd come to my studio (the Phinney House) to see my etchings...I mean my prints. I can now only guess that it was a Friday or Saturday because she stayed fairly late, further, that what I'm about to relate happened on that first visit. Well...At one point I picked her up in my arms and carried her out of the living room toward the stairs. She then said with a grin, "are you going to show me the bedroom now?" Well...yes I was...and...did. She was interested in the architecture of my old house.
More ad's followed. I used Dorle once more, Jan once and Shelly, (Troupe Shelly) for four and "Tonto" (Anne G.) for two.
J.R... "J" came to me through one of the schools, she wanted the usual portfolio shots. I would do these on a three session plan. The first days stuff was hardly ever productive and I would suggest changes, sometimes even to hair color and or cut. The second session would usually produce usable photographs. The last session would pick up any loose ends or we'd redo a shot or two, now that we understood each other. She was a fourth grade school teacher. I remember telling her about my fourth grade teacher and how we boys really loved her. She was (true story) young and very pretty...a blonde at that. Some of our teachers you must remember were literally right out of the 40s...HELL even the 30s...and if not just plain matronly...right down to the bun at the back of their heads, then downright spinsterly! I shudder to think back! We (boys) all had a crush on her. I can only surmise as to what effect if any my story had on J or if it was just coincidental, but on the last day, I found myself carrying her upstairs. Epilog: About six months later I just happened to glance at an image in the newspaper. I read the caption. GADS! It was her wedding announcement. It was J! I thought it very sweet of her. Thanks Babe. I'll never forget that night!
Violet M... One of the most respected studios in town at this time was Dudley, Hardin and Yang...DHY for short. By the time I was on the scene, Mr. Yang was not actively involved in the daily operation. John Hardin was in his office doing the day to day stuff. Mr. Dudley was involved in the photography end of things. I got to know the entire crew as a result of the work I did for them. Anna, a color printer, had been the one that brought me to DHY's attention. She had been a housekeeper to a millionaire that my dad had known. For reasons unknown to me she left and fell back on her darkroom skills. So when DHY had a problem, Anna thought of the OM who then asked if I'd take it. The crew at DHY was stable, so over time I met everybody, as I said. There was this young photographer that I only met once. I think his name was Bill something. I guess that he was quite good. It was Mr. Dudley's daughter, Susan, that worked the front desk and I'd kill time talking to her between taking calls. Well now...It seems that I read or heard about an auto accident on the Narrows bridge...don't quote me on that...killing the driver. The next time I'm at DHY it comes out that it was "Bill" that was killed that day. Time passes. One afternoon I get a call. The voice introduces herself as Voilet M. and adds that Susan had given her my number and that I had met her boyfriend "Bill" at DHY...the one that had recently been killed. She went on to express a desire to talk to me...and ended up inviting herself over later that day. I had nothing pressing, so I said ok. She shows up right on time. Gads...she was beautiful. I mean a real knockout! She was a Swedish (extraction) blonde! Figure to match. Anyway...eventhough I was unencumbered (I've just looked at the Journal and see that I was shooting Alexandra G. around this time) I don't really make moves on her. We talked for hours about her and her job etc. She was quite frank and funny. She was working for a gynecologist, who at the time was somewhat infamous since he was performing abortions, legal, but highly controversial none the less. She would tell me things like how the good doctor would get an erection while performing the deed! She went on to tell me intimate things about herself. I thought it all very interesting but again passed it off as just...interesting. I was somewhat confused, as in what did this beautiful young women want from me? Well...it was time for her to leave. She kept up a conversation right out onto the porch and about half way down the stairs when she said something very sweet, I responded by going back up the stairs, since I was well ahead of her, and planting a kiss on her cheek. I didn't linger and headed back down the stairs. She remained glued to where she had been standing, stopped in her tracks. I could see and hear the wheels turning. I guess I could have encouraged her...but didn't. She leaves.
Violet M. One of only four photographs taken. This one is from a 4x5 Polaroid. A hour (as I'd calculate her travel time, about the time she'd gotten home.) or so later she's on the phone asking if I'd come to her place since she's very lonely. Well...HELL YES I think to myself. It turns out the she's living out on Alki Point...the very tip, in an apartment. This means a 45 minute drive with no traffic, hence it will be late before I ever get there. I decide to go anyway! It wasn't a real tough call. She had a drink ready as I came through her door. She was wearing a silky print, matching pants and top. It wasn't long before we moved to her bedroom, having started out on her really tiny couch. Interesting fact: Years later Janet McG. had followed me back to Seattle from California. I'd met her at a San Francisco modeling school. We spent the last two weeks together. Anyway, I drag up...heading back to Seattle. A month later she calls...she's in Seattle! I'll tell this story later...but for now, having gone back and gotten her car, she went looking for a place for us to stay. She drove all over creation and ended up at Alki Point. The Rip Tide Apartments. We ended up in Apt. 19...you couldn't get closer to the fog horn if you'd tried! This had been Violet's apartment house!
An observation: She was truly a sex machine! A huge appetite. Interestingly, she dressed very modest. High necks etc. And sadly not the least bit interesting in being photographed. Sex yes...photos...not into it as such. I did like her a lot and she was great fun...I do believe, looking back, that she was a nymphomaniac. In a strict sense, Violet was not one of my "models", but I did take some photographs of her. One or two 4x5 Polaroids, and three or four frames of 35mm B/W. That's it! To some extent the story of Violet illustrates a point I've been trying to make i.e. "the image without a story".
Toni C. I had by this time establish a working reputation with the modeling schools of Seattle. At one time or another I shot for all of them. There were some that I would ultimately teach photographic modeling on a regular basis, while others I'd lecture now and then. So it was...that Kathleen Peck asked me to lecture the current class of girls going through her school. I decided to tell the class about modeling/models, from the perspective of the photographer. The lecture was well attended and I was in rare form as I started in on them! I chewed them out, up one side and down the other. They had made no attempt to show a stranger, me, what they had learned in school. Most were dressed in casual street clothes. No makeup...nothing. Blah...Blah...Blah I went on. I did notice a few girls in the front row...but the rest were a blur. After the lecture...a few of the instructors came to me and in hushed tones confided that THAT was exactly what they needed to be told. I felt vindicated. About a week later, a Saturday morning it was, my doorbell rang. I was still in a bathrobe since I was not expecting anyone to show up this early...about 9 or 10 o'clock. I put on my stupefied look and opened the door. There...backlit by the rising sun was this gorgeous blonde wearing a red...not red-red...but an orange-red dress that did her figure no harm. My stupefaction went up a notch, ok fine...I had on my stupid look, but it was justified in that I thought at first that I'd simply forgotten a gig. Gads! Well...She ignored the look, or thought it charming and went on to introduce herself, adding that she was at my lecture the week before. Payback time! She looked vaguely familiar but I did not place her until later. Once inside, we got down to details. I offered her refreshments and she looked at my wall of photographs. Afterwards she went on to showing me her portfolio. Seeing her photographs, I then connected. She was one of the girls in the front row...yes...the one with the long nondescript hair style and wearing an extremely unmemorable high necked god-awful sweater...with a pair of jeans. This was a different girl! A short hair style, now blonde, her figure now accented, not hidden, by a great dress. I remember noting her shoes...perfect. As was her voice. Gads! We talked about the usual things relative to modeling and I brought out some fashion magazines to show her examples of what look I thought we'd try for her. Oh...at the end of her showing me her photographs, she'd kept one back. She stated that she didn't know if she should show it to me. Well now! What kind of question is that...right? Anyway...she relented and handed me the print. It was a nude...from the waist up. Ok...fine...noted. I didn't think it was all that great...artistically. We set a time and date for a shoot...a few days later. So...on the appointed day we began to burn some film. Things were going along, but I was experiencing some discomfort as I held the Nikon. I was sitting on the floor, to get a low camera angle, about twenty feet from the background with a 105mm, when I expressed my pain by letting out an "OUCH!". I had cut myself earlier at a point on a finger that was now right at a pressure point with the Nikon which is a heavy camera considering that it was also motorized. She expressed concern after I explained the problem and then asked if it...the pain would be "better" if she kissed it. GADS! I got that old feeling again! Hell yes you can kiss it...to make it better...I thought. She got off the background and came to my much needed rescue! The rest of the shoot went forward without incident. As I recall, the call came the very next day. Toni had been attending community collage a relatively short distance north of me and had found herself stranded with car trouble. To the rescue...my turn this time. I drive out there...and took a look at her Mustang. Strange thing. I don't recall doing anything to her car...but at one point it just...started! She invited me to follow her back to her parents house, where she lived...good plan. I met mom that day and she was nice and very friendly. I got lunch for my efforts. I don't remember exactly when or how...but it happened. Later...Toni would be the first and only girl I ever took home to specifically meet my mom! It would turn out that her father owned a Ford dealership, had an airplane, and had been a pilot during WWII...flying C-47's over the "hump"...Burma. They had a summer house on a lake...etc. We were an item for about 5 months...but I knew from the start that I was outclassed. Years later I contacted her in California where she'd gone to seek fame and fortune...as it were. She told me that she was trying to get into AFTRA. She went on the say that she had had a bit part in a film called "Hot Stuff". I went out and rented it. Sure enough there she was at the very end of the film in a dance scene with Dom DeLuise the star of the film. She also indicated that was was still using my photos of her...taken years before.
Toni C.
Terry R. Terry called one day and we set up an appointment to meet. This was my normal procedure because it would...give them a chance to meet me, see my photographs, and decide if they liked me and my style of photography etc...since it would be a waste of our time and money to shoot under duress. So...soon after she showed up, I was looking at her portfolio. Good stuff I thought. Maybe I was not in the right frame of mind...mood...god knows what...but I didn't really see getting better photo of her than she already had. I liked a challenge. Her portfolio also included a few nudes. Noted! We were quickly getting to the bottom line...i.e. setting date and time. Well now! I had to be frank...and indicated that I didn't think that I could improve her portfolio. She had good stuff! I felt that I would not be able to do my "Pygmalion treatment" as it were. Over the years I had occasions where it was magic. I was able to take a photo, such that the girl's mother didn't recognize her own daughter. I had other occasions wherein I'd suggest a major hair style change and when I next saw the girl...I didn't recognize her! A real knockout! So it was...that I told Terry. Her response was one of surprise and she said "...so you don't want to... shoot me?"! A strange feeling came over me...as I thought about her phrase and the emphasis on the word shoot. By this time Sualius Pempe and I had a studio together in downtown Seattle at 2rd and University. So any "shooting" would take place there. It's a bit fuzzy as to what happened next...but in the end...I relented and agreed to shoot her after all. But it must have been conditional...on what I don't remember...maybe just a roll or two of film. Anyway...we set a date and time. The shoot went pretty much as expected. I did all the usual stuff. Head shots...full length, three quarter...Tri-x and 2475...soft focus...etc. Done deal...except that...and I really don't remember how it came about...she's now nude. GADS! I didn't take any photos of her nude. I felt that it was Shirley all over again...re..."what's it going to be...Tuba?" except that there was no money involved. This was a freebie with perhaps the sale of a few prints. Well...I felt that it was in some way inappropriate to "do" anything...at this time and we packed up. I would be seeing her in a few days to show her the contacts and any prints I'd done...and we'd see about the "other thing" at that time. Well now! We're back at my house and I'm showing her the contacts and the phone rings. It's Bill Bayless calling from the University Hotel located a few miles away in the U District. He's in town and would like to get together. Gads! It had been a number years earlier that I last saw him. (See Stories I for an intro to Bill.) Grabbing Terry we go to pick him up. As I recall now...my brother was staying with me for a few days. Not really relevant. We trucked on down to "The Studio" as we called it, for a bit of show and tell. Later, we are alone again at my house after having dropped Bill off. On thing led to another. Later... One evening she calls and invites me to visit her at her place in Maple Valley...near the golf course. Once there I meet her two friends/room mates. We partied for awhile and it's then decided that we should head back to Seattle and my studio where the girls would "model" for me. Gads! The girls gathered up a stack of clothes and off we were, heading for the lights of Seattle. We had great fun...though a bit silly as one would expect from girls playing "model". I went out for some beer and the party livened up some more. We shot into the early morning hours. In the end I did get some interesting shots. Sadly, I don't remember the other girls names.
Janet McG. "The Studio" had been free...in that we didn't pay rent...as a result of a deal that Sualius had made with the owners of the building. We would do ad shots in trade for the rent. They owned channel 13 TV and other properties. But...the deal went dead after about a year. So it was that I packed up my stuff and decided to make one last venture...and see what California had to offer. I planned to stay in the Bay Area (San Francisco) for two weeks making the rounds of the ad agencies with my portfolio. I don't remember how I came to find out that Priscilla was in Oakland, but I had a phone number and I felt that at least I would know someone down there. So I was off to California. It took me 17hours driving straight through. I found a motel in Oakland and the next day contacted Priscilla. We met at a coffee shop near her place and chatted for a short time. She was living with a guy that was working for Ma Bell, and showed up a few minutes after she arrived at the coffee shop...and made a pest of himself! She told me that Katy P. (Troupe) was living in San Francisco! Great! I headed for the Bay Bridge with Katy's number in hand. I found a motel at the other end of Lombard street...The Royal...and paid a week in advance. I went through the phone book and made appointments with various art directors at the ad agencies. I also checked out the modeling school scene. I might be able to make a few coins. It turned out that Katy was living not far from me and we set a time. I indicated that she should plan on shooting a few frames of film. She was sharing a house with others, whom, as things turned out, I would not meet.
Katy P. "The vamp" of San Francisco. 4x5 Polaroid. Lens by Tuba. The agencies were a disappointment. They were less "hip" than Seattle...more conservative! It was a bust! In all fairness, it was not the best time to have gone down there. There was a recession going on...in full bloom...and no one was really hot to do anything "sudden"! The modeling schools were a bit more interesting. I'd made appointments and at "The House of Charm" I immediately ran into David and Susan Zsas, brother/sister that happened to be second generation Hungarians. They were at the school hyping their work...as I was about to do. He was the photographer. They wanted to see my stuff and were knocked out by it to the extent that they suggested that we should "team" up in some fashion. His stuff was not all that great...I thought...but they told me that they had this "great" model and that I should meet her. With no other prospects on the immediate horizon...I went along to their place. Gads! It was an expensive place, "2000 Broadway". Anyway...They'd called the "great model" and we waited about an hour for her to arrive. Her name was Janet. Once introductions were behind us we got down to showing her my stuff. She was impressed enough, as was I with her, such that I asked if she'd be interested in posing for me then and there. So it was arranged that David and Susan would leave us alone for an hour while I took a few shots...like a roll or so. Done deal. Being alone allowed us to talk privately and we decided to leave together after all was said and done, and over coffee...talk about the situation re her and the Zsas scenario. We talked into the early hours at a place not far from my motel. 2000 Broadway was not that far either. Janet was interested in "making it" in modeling having just completed modeling school. Her relationship with the pair had been a short one...and she now saw me as a better option (prospect)...i.e. a better photographer. So it was...that we hooked (teamed) up. This took place at the end of my first week in SF. We'd drive all over the place taking photographs and in effect spending all day together, returning to my motel to regroup. She was living with her parents in Concord...the east side of the bay. Well...after a day or two...one thing led to another....and things got a bit intense...ok...not a bit...a lot! The end was approaching fast as to my pending departure date. I told Janet, and surprisingly she volunteered to pay my rent for another week! The last day did finally arrive, and I HAD to leave. Back in Seattle I set about making some major adjustments. The OM was doing consulting (Electrical Engineering) work and I was "enlisted" to help out and make a little needed cash. One night, about a month later, the phone rings and it's JANET calling to tell me that she's here in Seattle and staying at the Roosevelt Hotel, down town. GADS! Double GADS! Very close to Gadszooks! She'd flown up and when she saw the big hotel sign on top of the building, from the back of a cab, she'd told the driver to take her there...Ha ha ha. Flashback: Dateline SF...a month back. Janet was suspicious about me being unmarried and my true reputation re photography etc...and had called Seattle modeling schools etc. to get the straight skinny...as it were. She told me later that they told her that yes...he's legit...and unmarried and added that I was...get this..."a ladies man"! What the hell is that...anyway? So I guess I was fair game! Where were we? Ok...so Janet is here! I get her room number and head on into town, park and go up. Jeez...she's in a babydoll...right where we'd left off in SF...a month earlier. I spent the night. She was booked for a few day, but would later extend it, and things were moving at a breathless pace. I was behind the curve...let me tell ya! We'd breakfast in the hotel...and then go out and about. She'd come to stay(?) but I can't say that I was really ready for this. There were no plans as such. There was no talk, as I recall, that she was to follow after me back to Seattle. But, what's done is done...and we'd make the most of it. And I did like her. She was an artist in her own right and really liked my photography. The week ran out at the hotel and we ended up living in various motels around town. Though it was fun...it was no way to live. Give me break! I went back to Joe and asked to rent the old studio space for a few days and set it up again re background paper and my strobes etc. I shot a great amount of film on Janet...color and b/w, and turned out some nice stuff. I guess it was true that I'd complained about not being able to shoot her in a studio environment while at San Francisco. So she may have been thinking in those terms. Later...as luck would have it...my friend Linda F. was planning to spend two months in California...and was looking for someone to house sit. I took it! Soon after "moving in" to Linda's house, Janet indicated that she'd go back home and get her car...which took a week or two, round trip. Ok.
My (new) phone number was made known to those that would need it and I was soon getting calls. From a practical sense all I really had was my old 4x5 Speed Graphic which I'd bought at Boeing Surplus years before and Polaroid film. For a lens I had a borrowed 135mm from Johnny Walker of DHY. It was his personal lens and I'd have unlimited use of it. In addition I had a lens that I'd pulled from a WWII gunsight purchased at "Black and Tan", a surplus outfit many years before. This particular lens was 150mmm f/2.5 or so, stopped down to f/3.3 and then with a diaphragm, in steps, down to f/16. This lens constituted my "famous" soft focus. Shooting film and printing...was out of the question.
One night I get a call from a girl that identified herself a Terry O. She wondered if I'd like to take some photographs of her. She was with Lola Hallowell...the agent.
When Janet returned... I put it to her that we'd have to find an apartment...and soon. Not long afterward, Janet found us an apartment out on the very tip of Akli Point. The Rip Tide. I was busy with helping the OM and about this time I was asked by Ken King the owner of a Leasametrics franchise to help with a project that they were in the middle of. I would be prototyping a switching power supply for a noise monitoring instrument. Money! I took it. Later, I was contacted by the manager of Lefebure, a maker of surveillance cameras...as in banks...and asked to consult on the feasibility of a new camera design. I had been recommended by John Hardin at DHY as a result of being at the lab that the FBI would use to develop bank robbery photos. I just happened to be there on a few occasions when this was taking place and noted that an FBI agent was "guarding" the process. Ha!...I even needed to be identified to the FBI as to who I was. At $100 per hour...I took the job. Janet typed up my report and I made $400. A year or two later: From the look of it, they went ahead with the design. This was ok...but we'd need more money. I contacted Kathleen Peck and asked if she'd be interested in setting up photo sessions for her modeling classes. She said yes...and I came up with a package deal where I would be shooting only 4x5 Polaroid. No darkroom work...just in...shoot...hand over the prints. It worked out well. After 6 months, It became obvious that if Janet was really going to stay...then a rental house would make more sense. To that end she went looking. She found a house in, of all places, Ballard! I knew the area and it was fine with me. The house had just been re-done and was quit nice...with a double lot. The other half being populated with fruit trees, an obscure pear-apple as I would find out later from the neighbor. The project that the OM and I had been working on was spinning up and the owner of PRD Inc, Allen P. Green III shrewdly hired me to run the electronics half of the company which manufactured EDM machines (Electrical Discharge Machining). This meant that we'd have steady income to live on and I settled into a routine. I say "I" because in the back of Janet's mind was the dream of a modeling career. She thought of herself as quite "perfect", her words, and wanted to "get on with it". Early on, there was some talk of us going to New York...etc...but frankly I couldn't take that seriously. The...big "and" was that as a photographer I knew real potential when I saw it...and sadly Janet was, though pretty, not in that league. It was not unreasonable for me to think that her ulterior motives were not really tied to modeling as much as just "getting" a guy which was ok with me. The New York dream was just that and would have required a fair amount of money. I had no delusions of just blowing into town and getting gigs the next day...week or month, San Francisco had cured me of that, given the "times". Realistically, she could have gone alone...she didn't need me to hold her hand. Well...I was right...and wrong! She was interest in "getting a guy" but as history would play out, it would have to be a guy with lots of money...Hahhaahahaaaa....surprise! And as reality set in...modeling became a moot issue. Anyway...time passes...like a year...and... Janet is leaving! So it was that after a year and a half...I'm alone...again. Some interesting notes: I had introduced Janet to an old lady friend/model, Denise S. I thought that they'd hit it off and do things while I was at work. Denise was an artist also...so they at least had that in common. Ok fine! Once in the Ballard house, I set up a full dark room. I had also taught Janet some of the fine points of photography including some of my "trade" secrets. Ok! I didn't find out until much later, I was too busy with work, that Janet had systematically gone through my negatives and pulled all those I'd taken of her...and took them away with her! Ok! Funny as I think of it now! Postdated 20 June, 2008...It turns out that she didn't get all her negaives. Later yet...Janet enrolled at some college to take a course in photography...and as she'd tell me twenty plus years later...she "re-invented" my trade secrets for her classes...and got top marks! Now! I don't know how true any of what follows is regarding Janet's departure as I heard it from Denise, but all I knew was that on a given day...she left...that's it. I mean, what was the big deal...you pack up, throw it in the car and drive off....right? Anyway...she leaves and a week or so later I'm at Denise'. How the subject came up I don't remember...most likely Denise...but she tells me that...like off the wall...did I know that Janet had not left alone...but with a some guy? What was I to say? The answer was no...true. I was pissed at Denise for bringing up an issue that was on the one hand none of her business while on the other there was no simple way to confirm one way or the other the validity thereof. I also asked myself as to who would benefit from this revelation. Hell...was this something I needed to know...but wait...I just remembered something...there had been some talk that Janet's move was not necessarily permanent and I think that that may have effected my response to Denise' question as to what I thought was "happening" with Janet...etc. Denise was "kindly(?!)" pointing out that since Janet had left with this "guy"...there shouldn't be any great expectation of her returning...soon! There is no limit...is there? To make it a bit longer...I confronted Janet about this "matter" a number of months later...but memory doesn't serve me well enough to remember exactly what her response was except that there was some "shuck and jive" going on. It seems that left alone, they, Janet and Denise, had "gone out" a few times and "met" this "guy". Anyway... So...she's gone, but I had work to do and immersed myself in it. One day I found myself again in a "last straw" situation and I quit PRD Inc. My counterpart on the mechanical side of the business was Joe LaBraum and we would hook up a number of years (6) later on another project (Kromatic Inc.) between the year that I left Otis and started with Sound. PRD Inc was sold a few months later...and interestingly I was contacted by the new owners located in Boston. I must be a jinks re companies imploding after I quit them. So there we have it... I would, in the next few months start working for Pike Elevator...and hence begin my elevator period. The photography years were over. Postdated...20 June, 2008...I failed to mention that while still at the Phinney house/studio I had been burglerized...and this cost me lenses...which then cost me more lenses and cameras to replace the ones that I really needed. And it would turn out there there was still some photography to be done.
Continued: STBlog2007
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O. Seattle. 4x5 Polaroid. Lens by Tuba.