I’ve spent the last couple of weeks going through old boxes filled with old photographs, looking for old prints worth digitizing. Found a bunch of 8×10 Cibachromes that I developed myself in my own (tee-tiny) darkroom all those many years ago, and believe it or not, they served to make the moment a lot more enjoyable — not so much for the memories, even though they were, indeed, remindful of that younger world in I (we) once lived. I guess what really caught my attention was that, first, there was no hint of Trump anywhere in either the photos or the memories, mainly because back in the 1970’s I’d never even HEARD of the bastard! Wow, speak of a delightful era!
Anyway, I found about fifteen that were worth digitizing — scenes from various 1970’s destinations including Minnesota, Colorado, Arizona, California, and Hawaii — and thought maybe a handful were worth a wider look. So go ahead, close the door on current politics and wander, instead, backward some forty or so years to that other era — not the era of Tricky Dick, the Nam, and Gerry Ford, but those more peaceful spots that were, back then, far more accessible and less traveled than they are today.
Enjoy the soliloquy.
▲Very Young Colt; Faribault, Minnesota; circa 1973▲
▲Yuccas in full bloom; Arizona, circa 1975▲
▲Ocotillo (Fouquieria splendens) flower; Arizona, 1972▲
▲Sunset, La Jolla California; circa 1974▲
▲Wildflowers on Mt. Haleakala, Maui; 1978▲
▲Bird of Paradise, Kauai, 1978▲
And finally, this:
▼Rocky Mountain Crocus on Mt. Evans, Colorado, 1971▼
So there you have it, the 1970’s revisited. Hard to believe some of that stuff is ‘already’ more than forty years old, esp. when each one seems like it was captured maybe yesterday — last week at the most — all via those old-fashioned cameras that even required a roll of film in ’em before you could make them work.
In any case, they did their job quite well, and even now at this late date, the flashbacks offered can be fun and very peaceful . . .
. . . unless they should happen to remind one of the crap that’s prominent in today’s world (see below).
How could a Ki’i from Hawaii’s Pu’uhonua o Honaunau — photographed in 1978 — possibly remind anyone of Trump in 2016?
Must be the hair; the hands are way too big.
Sigh. Guess it’s back to the future. Again.