seemingly spiralling away into infinity before me, or perhaps more apropos, the vortex in a toilet bowl. at least, that’s about what it seemed to me. early the morning after the wedding i began separating the wheat from the chaff– winnowing down some 550 images, and ending up with a mere– MERE!!– few less than 300. now, not all of these were studly highlight reel material, but a lot of them had some interesting points as say, casual shots, or just shots of interest. for the most part i had chosen my field of shooting well, whether during the ceremony or afterwards, choosing an old wooden fence where the light was somewhat indirect, showing people as they actually were, rather than looking like picasso figures. after all, i had no light setup or anything, so i needed to be sharp and get it right from the get go. some shots looked like a casting call at the local theater— hey, what can i say, i liked it!! but the money shot wasn’t too shabby, either. on and on it went, choosing this one and discarding that one until it was finally over– but that was just the easy part!! now i needed to photoshop the whole lot of ’em, sitting at the kitchen table in the coolth of the morning.a tropical weenie, i, unused to being in colorado climes again, huddling in his leather jacket (my mexican blood as thin as a political promise), click clicking through one photo after another. for hours. and hours.again i was rescued, this time by my good friend padgett, a fellow artist and muse. she got me to get out of the house and take walks round the town, we saw all the sights– restaurants and the post office, many a gallery– this really IS a lovely little town– and met many a resident, plus all the animals on our various routes– she knew everyone’s pets. it got me out of my rut and breathing fresh air, so that i could go back in and do it all over again– thanks so very much, padgett!! soon enough i would be back at the photos again, but i always had some time to decompress, and i even scratched another itch– caesar salad and crab legs, a long-dormant memory, all great stuff. i toiled in the photoshop salt mines two long days before it was all over. i went and delivered the discs to lanice and sonny, meeting up with charlie as well one last time– it’s gonna have to do me for a while!!– i miss all my friends already, and sharply. my time in salida was dribbling away, and then it was the last morning. a friend was driving through en route to denver, but padgett and i had time for one last walk, round a beautiful lake in the early morning light. there were ducks and geese and beautiful clouds and a river bank filled with fallen trees, beautiful in their randomness. soon much of this area will be totally changed, the “progress” of yet another housing tract totally eradicating anything created by nature, substituting human control on everything, so it was special and poignant. as are you, padgett.
soon enough my friend brett came and picked me up and it was off to denver we went. gorgeous light and an easy drive, past a lot of mountains i had once climbed– mt princeton, yale etc– old memories and beautiful visions. we had some lunch in denver and then explored huge freezer areas in a chef’s supply place, she bought a bunch of fish and checked out a job while i wandered round a shopping area– somehow i cannot manage NOT to buy yet more music and film products!!– before she deposited me once again at my friend diana’s house. thanks muchly, brett!!
too tired to make the supper i had anticipated, we went out and had some good food– the name of the restaurant escapes me– plus the first couple great martinis in a few years– it had been QUITE SOME TIME between martinis, i assure you!!– and back to her house to catch an old B&W movie before hitting the trail for dreamland. in the morning she dropped me off at my great friends dodie and doc’s place.
thanks so much, diana– you’re a great friend!!
dodie and i went to the denver art museum, where we saw some great stuff– the old amerindian weavings i remember distinctly, unfortunately no photos allowed. but i did have a chance to see some of lance kirkpatrick’s stuff, as well as an old western painter– something partridge something was his name– but wonderful work. his subject matter was taken from the estes park area, and quite prolific in the amount of works painted. dodie and i caught up on old times and ate some lunch in the square nearby before doing a little more museum-ing and then we headed home and waited for doc, chowing down on some thai noodles– and then off to bed, my last night in colorado. thanks for everything, you two!!
it was a longish day of travel, deplaning for an hour and a half when they found an electronic glitch aboard the airplane, then a long bus ride to playa del carmen, the ferry ride slow and laborious, but when my island hove to above the horizon it brought a smile to my face. home at last!!