Saturday, April 28, 2012



Today I am in the darkroom. Before I begin I have to neaten up my enlarging desk. I transfer stuff from here to there. For years there has been a negative file that I look up into my bare bulb light of the darkroom. There are four different negatives randomly (it would seem) put in by me many years ago. One is a picture of Toledo by the River Tagus which I took in mid 1980s. The other is a fine nude of my friend Katheryn Petersen by the rocks and water in West Vancouver. I took that around 1987. Then there are two pictures of yours truly embraced by two lovely women I have absolutely no recollection meeting.

The reason for these pictures being in one file is that at one time a 36 exposure roll would suffice for me to shoot two or three magazine assignments plus personal stuff, too. I would snip out the ones that had nothing to do with the commercial assignment and put them temporarily in separate files until I could figure out what to do with them. I have hundreds of these files awaiting my long delayed decision.




Of these two pictures I can only remember two facts. I was wearing a flimsy electronic watch that had a built-in calculator (no radio, no phone) and a T-shirt I had made in Brentwood Mall that read As Seen on TV. Who are these women? Who snapped the picture? I don’t know. If I were posing with one woman I would worry and I would not show the picture to my Rosemary. But snuggled up to two I think there is a safety in numbers and I am sure she will laugh.