Going to try something different here with just images. Problem is I can’t always recall whether you’ve seen them before, like on Facebook, which I never should have gone near. Instead of doing a slide show, here you can pick the ones you may like, click ’em, and get a better look. They are randomly set up — unstuck in time, like Billy Pilgrim — going as far back as the late 1980s up until yesterday, as I write:
Photo #25. Last night, wondering something I don’t recall…
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Colorado River, a couple weeks ago. An Indian reservation. I won a couple hundred playing blackjack at the casino, by keeping track of how many high cards come out.
Maybe you’ve seen it before, but I really like it. A lot going on, visually. Puerto Rico, early 1990s.
When it’s just you and your dog, you tend to do a lot of self portraits…
Alamo Lake, AZ, 2020. Yes, I tweaked the hell out of the sky.
With some of these, there is not much to say, so I don’t.
Some of my selfies were difficult to get, especially with Gus involved. I usually use the built in intervalometer set at a pic every 2 seconds.
Yeah, you’ve seen some of these. I’m hoping you forget.
Badlands, South Dakota. Love it there.
The negative space here just goes on and on…
I get arrested at Eagle’s Nest, New Mexico in the summer of 2020. I went down to the lake without a mask. Cops were waiting when Gus and I got back.
The Fortune Family roundup, Badlands, SD.
I’m thinking of doing this differently in the future. Keep to one subject on each post. Like the dogs. And ‘People Other Than Myself’, as above, which I like. I’m just walking down the street at Winchester Bay, OR and see these kids and the statue and persuaded them to stand in front of it. After this one shot, the elder girl got weird and said ‘No more!’ and led the brood away at a fast clip.
More of the Fortune Family roundup.
An old pony express stop on Hwy 50, ‘The Loneliest Road in America.’
The tall ship Eagle, for training U.S. Coast Guard Cadets.
Some cadets on shore leave.
Wyoming, high altitude, over 10,000 feet, I think.
A get-together somewhere in Wyoming, I think. I’m blanking.
Port Aransas Beach, TX, Gus and me, 2016, I think. No camping on the beach any more. And so it goes.
Selfie, Tobago, circa 1994.
Pavones, Costa Rica, 1997, my Max Dalton murder investigation. No, this format is not working out…
The fish I helped kill in 1988 off Montauk Light. I did a bad thing.
Baja, the Sea of Cortez, 1996.
This one goes way back to the mid-1980s. Good old Shiner.
Winchester Bay, OR.
Early morning near Lincoln, Montana.
Texas coast.
Oregon two-lane backstop, slow shutter speed.
Shit, I think you’ve seen some of these…
Sea mount, Oregon coast.
The Loneliest Road in America.
I think you’ve seen this one.
I’ve written over 50,000 words to go with the imagery. What to do now?
The Hard Ride of Route 93 near Vegas. I’l planning of a better description in my book.
Does anyone recognize this river?
I haven’t figured how to adjust these, move them around and so on.
Beartooth Pass, Montana, elevation… at least 10,000 feet. Cold in July.
Surfer, Puerto Escondido, Mexico, 1996.
I forget where this was and I hadn’t turned on the camera’ GPS. This is the case with a few here. I don’t mind though, and IMO neither should you. I mean whaddya gonna do, GO THERE b/c of a photo???
All sorts of subtext but don’t bother looking for it now.
I did a lot of these on Oregon beaches. Half second or so shutter speed and whip the camera side to side.
Don’t forget to click to see them large!
These bales of pot and many thousands more like them ended up at the bottom of the Atlantic in 1978. Described in In Search of Captain Zero.
Exposing lies isn’t that much fun, especially when so few of you want to hear it. So let me know if you’d just rather see photographs… it’s okay with me either way.
Someone’s little piece of paradise… somewhere.
I loved these nutcases on motorcycles.
This is Bill Martin in Oregon, who just now finished a bike ride from the Atlantic at Virginia Beach.
Many of these really don’t need a caption. Whatever you think you wanted to know, you really didn’t care. Take my word for it. You either liked the image or not.
I really got a kick out of this fellow. Sure knew his rocks!
This was at a pull out, an ‘Overlook’ area.
Most of these are pretty self-explanatory, i.e., folks I met on the road.
Panamanian brothel. Good prose story here, which will be in my book.
Enough! These are not even my favorites.
Guatamala estuary, 1996. Flash and slow shutter gives the speed effect.
This random theory isn’t working.
I think it was inspired by my re-reading Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse Five. I suspect Kurt V was a better writer than I am a photographer.)
El Salvador, I forget which town.
See, Billy pilgrim, the hero of the book, gets unstuck in time, which is what I’m doing here. It just doesn’t work with imagery, though. Maybe it’s me.
A few have compared my writing to Hunter S. Thompson but it was Vonnegut that inspired me, way back in the 1960s.
He made me realize that you can do anything in storytelling, break all the rules and so on, put your characters through all kinds of unwarranted hell, as long as long as you express a deep… empathy…
And so it goes.
I tried to get into Burning Man in 2016 but it was sold out. In retro, I’m glad, from what I know now. This is nearby the event.
Part of my ‘Hard Ride of Route 93’, Nevada, 2022
I already have over 50,000 words to go with the imagery, I just don’t know how to do the layout.
I am willing to do a 50-50 split for help with the layout.
This goes back to 2014, and I can’t recall where it was; somewhere out west.
I’m going to create the book I have in mind right here on the blog, juxtapose excerpts with imagery.
Then use the eBook to get a print deal.
Some of the ‘captions’ will be 10,000 words. Some will be one word, but subtext-laden.
If anyone knows how to do this — or knows someone who does — please be in touch.
Allan
Thanks, Lamont! This is the first, not the best from last night’s full moon. Didn’t have time to properly edit.
A few minutes later. Yes, tweaked.
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