Category Archives: Family Album

Photos of the clan through the years.

Odd little collection of family photos

Worst Party Ever

My mom (in the blue dress in the first picture) threw the most wonderful parties. With little month she managed streamers and party games and delicious food to celebrate every holiday and birthday, giving everyone a special day.

But, being 18 with a brand new camera and a quest for art, I selected these four shots that captured the complete opposite of the lively, laughing, splendid mood of this particular party.

The other happy shots are around here someplace, and perhaps I’ll make it far enough to find and post them. But at least you should know these aren’t exemplary, yet they still strike me as artistic representations of the question for superficial joy (though quite untrue to the subject).

Pictured above are:

  1. Pavo Bloomquist, family friend and my dad’s army buddy in Japan, and my mother
  2. Pavo and my great Aunt Ann (my grandfather’s sister)
  3. My grandmother and balloon.
  4. Alan Bigford – friend of Pavo’s

Glass Deer

I believe this is the first 35 mm photograph I ever took, using the new Practika camera (from East Germany before the Berlin wall fell), given to me by my parents as my high school graduation present in 1971. I used slide film like my dad (step-father) who had taken pictures all across the country right after working in the photo group in the army overseas in Japan. Previously, I had used only Polaroid and Instamatic cameras.

Glass Deer (1971)

A few art shots from 1971

See my notes below the gallery about each of these pictures.

Took a bunch of 35 mm slides on our family road trip from L.A. to Colorado and back with my mom, step-dad, and best friend Bill in the summer after we graduated from high school at 18 years old.

I had been given my first 35mm camera by my parents as a graduation present and immediately gravitated to framing “art shots,” of which these are a few that turned up in the photo archive I’m currently going through.

Top row – Glass Deer (this may be the very first picture I took with my new camera. Then, Trail Ridge in Rocky Mountain National Park. And finally, “Stark Clouds” as I called it.

Second row – Sunrise (probably in Nevada), “Neon Soldiers” which is hand-held shot of fireworks in Estes Park, Colorado that was a bit jerky on the time exposure and the lights across the lake looked like soldiers under exploding bombardments, and “Neon Revolution” I made by sandwiching two slides together – one of an American flag and the other a copy of Neon Soldiers.

Third row – two shots of a farmhouse under a storm near Denver, and “Man made lighting” – a hand-held shot as we drove down the streets of some major city at night.

Fourth row – “Man mad lightning 2,” then Moraine Park in Colorado (I think my friend Steve Miller may have taken this one – his dad was a ranger in the park each summer and I recall asking for copies of a couple of the slides he showed me while we were staying with them during the trip, and then another sandwich shot of Arlington and the Lincoln Memorial. Now I think that one may be from our 1972 trip that Bill Krasner didn’t come along on. I think the first year was just to Colorado, and the next year was all the way to New York, so it is probably mis-dated in the archive folder.

Fifth row – A shot from Grand Tetons National Monument, another storm shot from just outside of Denver, and a shot of Bill Krasner at the top of Eagle Cliff Mountain above Estes Park, Colorado where someone had fashioned a wooden cross. We were told that every day in the summer there was a thunderstorm over that mountain somewhere between 3 and 4 in the afternoon. And sure enough, we got down again just before it hit, right on schedule.

Final row – An unidentified shot of pines and clouds, and a view of the Black Canyon of the Gunnison in Colorado.

A few odd shots

Nothing worth posting individually – just some odd shots that made their way into one of my photographic archive folders.

There’s moss on a log and two shots of pond scum from Salem, Oregon, a loaf of homemade bread baked by Teresa in our Salem apartment, and the pattern of the front door we installed in our cabin in Pine Mountain Club. All just here for the record.