Images from the sixties. I carried a camera with me most of the time, and still do. I see images everywhere. I have a new scanner which is like having a small darkroom available to me. I am re-discovering many of the photographs that were beginning to seem like imaginary pictures.
I had ordered a new scanner to replace one that functioned perfectly well except for the fact that Snow Leopard would no longer recognize it. HP after 4 months still had not created a new driver and there was no indication that they were even thinking of doing it. They were certainly no help when I contacted them.
If you look at these boats; the sail area, the size of the gear, and no winches to speak of. It really was a time of iron men and wooden ships. The boats needed a long course for a race because of the time involved in setting this much sail.
I ate breakfast every morning at the same corner restaurant. I always started early, I was living on 88th street. and going to school at NYU. I never took the same route twice, always carried my camera.
This is a Florida that is not shown on the travel posters, the interior or central Florida. All of these photos were taken within minutes of each other. I was practically spinning on my heels.
When I started school at URI in 1966 the only road to get there was a small winding road. I would pass a falling down house situated on a charming spot. One day I found the courage to knock on the door; thats how I met Bill Lacy, the hermit of Narrow River. He wasn’t really a hermit; he just couldn’t get around very well as he had no car and there certainly was no bus passing by.
