It is fascinating how photographs of a person I never knew can evoke times and memories of my own, especially the red socks and dog biscuit and all the bow ties. Many thanks!
I love these photos. On my way to the computer this morning, I passed a photo of my father sitting in the stern of our boat in typical summer attire, khaki trousers, blue polo shirt and tortoise shell Ray-Bans. The red thermos coffee cup in his hand dates this picture, as it was the summer he stopped drinking alcohol for good. At the same time he put away his guns, bought a Minolta and a Rolleiflex, and began photographing nature. Photos are never simple; there's a story behind every one.
Wow! You are so lucky to have this wonderful - and varied - collection of photos. Wish I had even half the number you have. Count your blessings, girl!
Very nice shot of your Dad dodging raindrops on Orange Street near Grove Street. Around the corner on Grove was a “dinette.” We went there for hot chocolate after playing hockey early (very) on Saturday mornings at the old Arena, also on Grove. One of my friends chewed on the paper cup after he finished the drink. He later became known as a fireman who risked his life, whenever necessary, to save someone from a burning building. Thanks for the memories.
I love that photo too, but didn't realize it was near the old New Haven Arena, where I took skating lessons as a munchkin. I thought maybe it was near a family favorite, the Old Heidelberg Restaurant, but apparently that was on Chapel Street. How Grove Street has changed since then! Thanks for the memories. I found an article by Randall Beach from the New Haven Register on old New Haven landmarks very amusing. https://www.nhregister.com/opinion/article/Randall-Beach-More-readers-share-memories-of-New-11322773.php
Let's see... I'm guessing the hardware as: Nikon F (top photo), Nikkormat? at Pemaquid Point (photo 4), Nikkormat for certain, with the 105mm f2.5 (photo 8), and Nikon SP rangefinder with 28mm Nikkor, hence the slip-in finder (photo 12).
The Nikon F, I think, has the 50mm f1.4 lens. (I'm guessing by the length of the lens hood. What? Yes, I have this gear myself.)
I have the impression your father was a very lively conversationalist with the stories he accumulated and the adventures he's been on. I've had the pleasure of meeting eclectic individuals in the past and I've traveled to goofy parts of the world but there is nothing like listening to stories from a venerable people. Their perspectives are unique and there is always wisdom to be gained over a single malt scotch or an early morning dog walk.
Given his love for photography, I wonder if he ever met Henri Cartier-Bresson.
What wonderful images! Thank you.
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ReplyDeleteIt is fascinating how photographs of a person I never knew can evoke times and memories of my own, especially the red socks and dog biscuit and all the bow ties. Many thanks!
ReplyDeleteA fabulous tribute to your Dad. What an adventurous and fascinating life he led!
ReplyDeleteWhat outstanding photos. Thanks for sharing them.
ReplyDeleteSuch a perfect sense of style! Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI love these photos. On my way to the computer this morning, I passed a photo of my father sitting in the stern of our boat in typical summer attire, khaki trousers, blue polo shirt and tortoise shell Ray-Bans. The red thermos coffee cup in his hand dates this picture, as it was the summer he stopped drinking alcohol for good. At the same time he put away his guns, bought a Minolta and a Rolleiflex, and began photographing nature. Photos are never simple; there's a story behind every one.
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Wow! You are so lucky to have this wonderful - and varied - collection of photos. Wish I had even half the number you have. Count your blessings, girl!
ReplyDeleteyou have some exquisite genes young lady! xo
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteVery nice shot of your Dad dodging raindrops on Orange Street near Grove Street. Around the corner on Grove was a “dinette.” We went there for hot chocolate after playing hockey early (very) on Saturday mornings at the old Arena, also on Grove. One of my friends chewed on the paper cup after he finished the drink. He later became known as a fireman who risked his life, whenever necessary, to save someone from a burning building. Thanks for the memories.
ReplyDeleteThat shot is my favorite too. And the madras + tweed combo in #3 is inspired.
DeleteI love that photo too, but didn't realize it was near the old New Haven Arena, where I took skating lessons as a munchkin. I thought maybe it was near a family favorite, the Old Heidelberg Restaurant, but apparently that was on Chapel Street. How Grove Street has changed since then! Thanks for the memories. I found an article by Randall Beach from the New Haven Register on old New Haven landmarks very amusing. https://www.nhregister.com/opinion/article/Randall-Beach-More-readers-share-memories-of-New-11322773.php
DeleteLet's see... I'm guessing the hardware as: Nikon F (top photo), Nikkormat? at Pemaquid Point (photo 4), Nikkormat for certain, with the 105mm f2.5 (photo 8), and Nikon SP rangefinder with 28mm Nikkor, hence the slip-in finder (photo 12).
ReplyDeleteThe Nikon F, I think, has the 50mm f1.4 lens. (I'm guessing by the length of the lens hood. What? Yes, I have this gear myself.)
They’re all great, but photo 2 is perfect. GLH
ReplyDeleteI have the impression your father was a very lively conversationalist with the stories he accumulated and the adventures he's been on. I've had the pleasure of meeting eclectic individuals in the past and I've traveled to goofy parts of the world but there is nothing like listening to stories from a venerable people. Their perspectives are unique and there is always wisdom to be gained over a single malt scotch or an early morning dog walk.
ReplyDeleteGiven his love for photography, I wonder if he ever met Henri Cartier-Bresson.
As always wonderful, thank you!
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