The project was initially just to be simple mugs of those individuals who had memories of the Colonial Theater in downtown Idaho Falls….but then if you know theater people either on stage or back stage, they have a presence that demands more than a mug shot.
The stories are rich with history and emotion.
From meeting a future husband at the ticket booth.
The first bow on stage; to understanding a trip to the theater was an event you looked forward to each week.
Before Instagram and Facebook this was how we entertained ourselves. This is how we socialized and connected.
The Colonial will celebrate its 100 years in the river community next fall,
Opened in 1919 as a vaudeville theater it has gone through many changes over its centennial life. It was known as the Paramount Movie Theater in 1929 playing the top films of the era until the early 1990’s.
The Colonial which also holds the Willard Arts Center is under the umbrella of the Idaho Falls Arts Council and without question the jewel of downtown.
We do this to stop time.
We do this for the love of family and friends.
We do this to enlighten and smile.
We do this to change injustice.
We do this without a BLINK!
_Gary B. Miller_
Madison County, Iowa
Cedar Bridge spans Cedar Creek and has been the victim of arson in 2002 and again in 2017.
Earlier in the book we talked about nine degrees of separation and this is my story,
These are my daughter’s Alayna and Ashley. They are the air that Anne and I breath.
The image was taken during a visit at Cedar Bridge near Winterset, Iowa sometime in 1990.
W. Eugene Smith was an iconic photographer…an amazing journalist.
A lousy husband and maybe worse father. I’ve read everything written about him and reviewed pretty much every image he has taken. “ A walk to Paradise Garden” was an image he took of his daughter and son at a time he was most vulnerable.
An image that always was the reflection of “family” for me.
The Book: Bridges of Madison County a wonderful love story written by Robert James Waller who I had the pleasure of photographing twice.
The Movie: Star and Produced by Clint Eastwood who as a teen I hunted and fished on the same waters as his Rising River Ranch which he purchased from Bing Crosby. Not really the same waters as his caretaker kept running us off if we went past the boundary .
His character in the film was a photographer.Something I still aspire to be.
Producer: Kathleen Kennedy who I went to school with her sister and photographed her father, Judge Kennedy many times in Redding Ca.
Meryl Streep, no connection just lust over her many movies.
The movie can be found on Netflix. I have Netflix (well thanks to my daughter) might be a reach.
This was my “Walk in Paradise”…..I did not BLINK!
Whitmore Road, CA
One store and one gas station and a fair amount of cowboys during the calving season.
After the series ran the owners of the ranch hired me to do some photographs of their prized bull in front of an antique car they owned for a publication called Bull-O-Rama.
I laughed at first also until I saw what they were getting for stud fees.
Now, O Lord, please lend me thine ear,
The prayer of a cattleman to hear,
No doubt the prayers may seem strange,
But I want you to bless our cattle range.
Bless the round-ups year by year,
And don’t forget the growing steer;
Water the lands with brooks and rills
For my cattle that roam on a thousand hills.
Prairie fires, won’t you please stop?
Let thunder roll and water drop.
It frightens me to see the smoke;
Unless it’s stopped, I’ll go dead broke.
As you, O Lord, my herd behold,
It represents a sack of gold;
I think at least five cents a pound
Will be the price of beef the year around.
One thing more and then I’m through,—
Instead of one calf, give my cows two.
I may pray different from other men
But I’ve had my say, and now, Amen.
_ Author Unknown, circa 1890 _
Cold Springs, NY
Vintage, Flying A gas pumps still stood guard in front of the old gas station along one of the towns back streets. Over the years they had become a bit of a landmark.
They were a wonderful lime green and went missing a few months after I took this
Another perfect example of history passing in a BLINK.
Old Shasta, CA
Pretty much anything you do in life comes from your training and past life experiences.
These are really what make up your “tool box”.
Some of us collect a ton of tools; many we use very little.
Some of us keep tools to a minimum and use them daily.
I’m certainly a minimum type of guy who tends to use very few tools but hopefully
in his chosen fields. Most of my tools are old and some would say worn but have been used equally across my chosen fields as a photojournalist, martial arts student and teacher and a firearms trainer.
The common theme for my tools are “teaching tools” and tools used to strengthen “work ethic”.
I find that these are simple tools that helped me navigate coverage of the Atlanta Olympic Bombing to understanding how to help those protect themselves.
To help students no longer be victims.
Funny about tools you can loose them in a BLINK if you don’t use them.