While looking through my photo files searching for undeveloped rolls of Kodachrome I came across a developed but unsliced roll of its poorer cousin, Kodacolor, which contained this gem. Shot after deadline and developed but never published or printed it has languished all those years since 1979. Reagan seemed really at ease, and it reminded me of something I could not quite put my finger on and then it hit me. Twenty Mule Team Borax and Boraxo! Ronald Reagan was the host of one of my favorites as a child, “Death Valley Days” which was sponsored by the U.S Borax Company.
Reagan on Kodacolor
August 30th, 2010Benny Goodman
August 23rd, 2010As I recall the thermos was full of bourbon and “The Professor” was oddly genial, allowing me to make pictures while he warmed up and performed a series of stretches. Later he took out his ire on the supporting musicians, at one point banishing them to silence.
The Meadows
August 17th, 2010The Hatcher family burial grounds in Lake St. Louis, Mo. as it appeared in 2000 as construction began along Technology Blvd and than again in 2010, a decade later. It is now part of The Meadows, a lifestyle-shopping center. The graveyard for settlers has graves than date from 1785, and now they have a soon-to-open Von Maur store.
Freestyle Flip
August 9th, 2010Cowboy Parade
August 2nd, 2010Baseball Boom
July 26th, 2010Prickly Pear Hedge
July 23rd, 2010When I first moved into my home in August of 1984 I found a forlorn piece of a Prickly Pear Cactus laying in a flower bed behind the garage. By the next Spring it had taken root and now is a Prickly Pear hedge almost five feet long. I have been meaning to post this for my friend Margaret Gillerman who is crazy about flowers. The thing about Prickly Pears is that you can never touch them or touch anything that has come into contact with them as they have these REALLY ANNOYING little stickers that do not come out and hurt like crazy. I treat them like they are radioactive and use barbecue tongs if I have to trim them. That being said when they bloom, all is forgotten.










