THE LANGUAGE OF WATERFALLS

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“As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can”.

-John shoshonefallsMuir-

THE REFRIGERATOR DOOR

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I’m not afraid to acknowledge the fact that I respect refrigerator art. I find this a strange fact in that in my own mind I feel like a minimalist. I adhere to the adage “a place for everything and everything in it’s place.” I’m not a fan of clutter.

In the early 70’s as a young newspaper photographer I was given a feature assignment to photograph a portrait of a senior woman who loved to make quilts that she would give away to those in need of beauty and warmth. It was harder for her to get around now. She used a cane to maneuver from room to room.

As we finished the portrait she invited me in the kitchen for a cup of coffee and there on her refrigerator was one of my now tattered published scenics of Manzanita Lake in Lassen National Park taped to the door.

Funny I don’t think she put the name of the photo credit together with the long-haired, bearded photographer in her kitchen but she did notice that I was looking at the image behind her.

“That’s my window!” she said.
“I can’t go there anymore. But I can see it every day.”

At some point during the rest of my career I remembered the importance of what photography can be and tried to convey that simple truth to my staff. I never told her it was my photo because it had no importance after all it was her window.

There is no greater and meaningful gallery than the refrigerator door.

OLD GROCERIES AND GAS

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Old gas station and grocery store that was later a bar. Spoke with the owner who noted he had done some work inside and would like to restore the building but the cost of conversion and removing the underground gas tank makes it impossible.