I went to see Clarence last Friday and he was in good spirits. He had been moved to a hospital type bed and was on oxygen and morphine, so, understandably, he was in a great mood.
We joked about a lot of things as we passed the time, then he said to me "I really like your hat...can you order me one?"
Not knowing how long he would be around, I said "Here, take this one and I'll order another. Then I'll come out and we'll be twins."
After I put my hat on his head, I took my phone and launched the camera app so he could see himself. A goofball to the end, he posed for the shot.
My last pic of Clarence.
For all my Kansas City photography friends, a “Celebration of Life” service is scheduled for Saturday (tomorrow) at 1:00 pm at Grace Baptist Church in Gardner, KS.
I would suggest everyone bring along Clarence’s favorite camera, but he would say “you know that’s my favorite camera” when seeing just about every old camera...except Russian cameras...and the Kodak Retina Reflex III.
Nikon Nikkormat “that’s my favorite camera” or “the Leica M3 is my favorite camera in the whole world” or “you know that Voigtlander Vitessa is my favorite camera” or “the old Rolleiflexes are the best cameras ever made” or ... well, it’s a long list.
But take him a FED5 and his eyes would roll with “I don’t work on Russian cameras any more...I can’t stand them” (but he did for me, anyway).
I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
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The conversation I would like to hear happening at our southern border: Border Patrol Officer: “Welcome to the United States of America. How may I help you?” Asylum Seeker: “We would like to apply for asylum in this country.” BPO: “Oh, I’m sorry that you felt you had to leave your home and family to do this. Please, come with me and we’ll start the application...."
The first time I heard Navajo spoken as a natural course of conversation was in Holbrook, Arizona. I was in an art gallery that sold various Indian art. The owner, Nakai, spoke to one of the locals, who dropped by, in his native tongue. He sold me a ring in English.
I got pulled over today. After a fun morning teaching Adobe Photoshop, InDesign, and Bridge at he Panhandle Press Association convention in Amarillo,Texas I was home bound. Heading over to Oklahoma City on I-40 then north on I-35 was the quickest route, but who wants that when one can take the back roads and see abandoned airports and rural America?
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