Saturday, November 5, 2016

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  1. Hair and clothes make 1969 a good guess.

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    1. Indeed, those were the days I could grow my own cowboy hat.

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  2. Ah - 1969. I remember that year well. I have similar pictures and a story.

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    1. A momentous year. Things were changing. When Carli gave me a print, I wrote the poem about how incongruously stable I felt in the oak tree.

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    1. Good memories I hope, Jono, and more as time unfolds.

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  4. I wish I could find that tree and go back to 1969 for a visit. It was a good age (12) for me.

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    1. It was a very busy time, and I remember how good it felt to relax in that photographed moment. It was a very friendly tree and would doubtless welcome you.

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  5. I'm elating in that peace-loving photo, Geo.
    Your essence is unchanged.

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    1. Thanks, Robyn. I have always found happiness and peace essentially inseparable.

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  6. Your memories in this photo predate my birth by a good 21 years, Geo! The contended smile on your face is worth looking at this photo again and again, and then some more :-)

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    1. Most kind, KK. I trust the future will hold much happiness for you!

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  7. Hi Geo! I was just checking to make sure I could still see your poems after your google dilemma. I can! I love this poem and picture. Is Carli a friend of yours? Is this a picture of you and Norma?

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    1. Hi Chicken! Yes, my Googlations are resolved for now, thanks! Yes, Carli and I were farmboys learning an art form --photography. Beautiful girl in tree was my (Platonic) friend and model, Karen, whose clothing designs I had photoed for the San Francisco Chronicle a year or two before --got paid $50! That's a week's wages driving truck for the hop yards back then. Karen knew Norma and agitated for me to pursue my feelings --draft was after me. What a crazy, dangerous, wonderful time, eh?

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    2. Wow-just think if you had never taken up photography or met Karen.Yikes. I'm so glad you pursued your feelings-it has worked out quite well, or so it seems. It's a mysterious world, for sure.

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