Read: In the Shadows of the Sun

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Enjoyed this. Ranching, American West, WWII, prisoners of war, testing of the atomic bomb, family, landscape, light, nature. Gave me flashbacks to childhood and made me feel at home because I read it while in Santa Fe.

Read: Tortilla Flat

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It’s a f%$%$#$ Steinbeck. Just read it. After a recent trip to Monterrey I thought it appropriate to revisit a long lost friend. John Steinbeck. An American treasure for those of you don’t don’t know. Author, winner of the Nobel …

Read: Amexica by Ed Vulliamy

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I remember my first trip to the border. Had to be around 1984. Nuevo Laredo with my brother. We pointed my old Landcruiser south and drove until the signs forced us to stop. “Little kids are going to try to …

Read: The Last Unicorn, William deBuys

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So, here’s the thing. I’m not qualified to review fiction or nonfiction literature of any genre. Photography books are one thing. I can sling critique when it comes to images, but when it comes to the word I am so …

READ: Letters to Mom

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Madre, Dad’s outfits were really bad. This should have been an indicator to all of us that he wasn’t well, but let’s face it, fashion knowledge, or sense, were not part of his skill set. I will forgive the 1970’s. …

Read: My Mistake

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Film done. Negative in the enlarger. Forty seconds with a zero filter. Forty seconds with a five filter. No dodging or burning. Full rebate. Easel locked and loaded. Ilford Multigrade fiber, glossy. Expose. Move paper to developer tray. Four minutes …

Read: Why I Deleted my Social Media Accounts

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I just deleted several more of my social media accounts, as a birthday present to myself, something I really didn’t think much about, but seeing as yesterday was my birthday the resulting “panic” of me NOT being on Facebook led …

Read: Half Awake to my LA

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I heard the gunshots because a catfight woke me up. Just outside my open window, two neighborhood felines were having a falling out. My pseudo-apocalyptic dream, a reoccurring one, revolving around a modern-day photojournalist in Cambodia, was over, again, this …