Friday, July 9
It seems I always hit the road on some kind of deadline. There's never enough time between destinations to wander into uncharted territory. I get my kicks where I can.
I spent some time on my favorite jogging trails from when I lived in SF. Point Lobos and Crissy Field still reveal themselves anew.
The new Annenberg Space for Photography in Los Angeles.
El Monte, CA
Mt. Lemmon - Tucson, AZ
Tuesday, July 6
The Robinson clan lost our patriarch earlier this year. In preparation for his memorial service in California last month, I poured through my archives - digital and negative - for images of my grandfather.
In any given year, the ratio of assignment work to personal/familial images is staggering. Among the millions of files, I came up with a few dozen of his face. Those meant more to me than the soccer matches, holiday parades, dance recitals, portraits - the litany of daily work that I had so dutifully archived.
My favorite is a photo I took of him when I was just out of high school. I was visiting California from Texas and we took a day trip to Half Moon Bay. My grandfather, the progenitor of my sweet-tooth, ordered a root-beer float that wasn't on the menu. "You have root-beer and ice cream, don't you?" he asked the waiter with his sly smile. After haggling over the price of the new item, we settled in a window seat, victorious.
I knew it on some level before, but these are the most precious images to me. The ones that pull love and memory from me at a glance.
We gathered in California to say one last 'aloha' to my grandfather - fleeting moments of togetherness for our far-flung family.