This is my photo album and portfolio. I am not interested in doing business here, and that's not the purpose. It's my photo "stash" and I have no intention of being elaborately polite or overly pleasant.

 

I have purchased rights EN TOTO to several photo collections, all of which are attributed. Under the law and Yahoo policy, the releases make these MY photos. However, in due course, they shall ALL be removed.

 

I have some images (about ten) in here from internet contacts, but all feature some kind of permission. There are NO "internet ripoff" images. OR if there are--I need to know about it!!!

 

If captions upset you, my apologies. I pay for this setup. Look at something else if you're offended.

 

Just a very quick thumbnail summary of some feelings, thoughts, and images collected over the years as a writer, photographer, friend, worker, and man. I had a far larger file here on flickr.com, but someone decided to hack and attack it and Yahoo deleted the entire account. I never even got a explanation.

 

Spent decades working as a photographer, albeit the biggest mistake of my life was leaving a lucrative practice in the upper MidWest to go to, of all places, California.

 

I continued to work in support of my own projects, but never got another opportunity to develop an actual practice. Indeed, the technical and related writing I did for more than two decades were pretty much "invented" in the sense that it seemed ridiculous to not make use of my training and education.

 

It's annoying I haven't yet distanced myself enough from some of the "public servant" parasites I encountered back in the 90's in Maricopa County, Arizona. We shall see. Skankmaggot cowards like Harris, Lines, and Arpaio are filth, who belong behind bars or under the ground, the most corrupt criminal scum I have EVER encountered. Their bullshit is almost as rotten smelly as the maggots themselves. Fuc* 'em and the swine in upon which the corrupt ratbastards rode!!!

 

Most of my many thousands of aviation photographs had to be sold as a unit to finance my move out of Arizona, especially Mesa, the most depraved, demented, and corrupt community in the country, and perhaps in all of human history.

 

Much too late, I am trying to reassemble some very nice professional scans, and I know I shan't have the

opportunity to re-establish what was expunged due to the heinous actions of a vitriolic vandal and thief, who apparently held a grudge. This time, I shall be more defensive.

 

In fact, I mean to ban and block anyone who gives me the slightest aggravation. This is MY venue, and when I speak whether to you or to myself, I am paying for it. Willing to show you my photo album, that does not empower imbeciles to write hogwash nonsense on the pages.

 

I get the pictures in first, then worry about captions and details. Don't be surprised at typographical or other errors in the technical photos. I will probably have to go over everything MANY times to get things in order.

  

There are a very few shots in here which I did not shoot, or in a few cases, do not recall shooting, albeit I may have forgotten a detail here or there. If I know I didn't shoot a photo, I'll so indicate. I identify all of those, and if anyone has any objections to my utilizing those, let me know and I'll pull them. Right now, mid-April of 2012, there are about a dozen of these photos, and of course, I have used some drawings whose sources are identified. There may be a lot more, but I accredit any I can recall.

 

There is so much restoration work, I am working against a clock running at a rather high rate of speed.

 

This time I stay less controversial and closer to the vest.

 

A decision has been made to not remove "contacts"--the one-sided contacts who simply "declare" their association--unless they do something pretty rotten. I don't usually reciprocate, save for friends and family. Reason: it leads to more trouble than it's worth. So if you see hinky, kinky, or weird contacts, don't worry about it.

 

So maybe this version will outlast me. It better. I have too damned much work in it to just allow the work, especially the M1 research, to simply atrophy and die away.

 

BUT--I have no intention of allowing the anti-facts residue of the Dark Ages insult me any longer. Nor will I weasel out on matters where my work is done, ages ago.

 

It's the clock that is surely going to ultimately defeat all of us, myself in particular. It beats everyone, sooner or later. And that doesn't bother me much.

 

To make a long story short, I don't expect to be around too terribly much longer. However, recent encounters with once-lost family and so on have convinced me that I have spent a good portion of my life being entirely too gentle and indulgent with people unworthy of any consideration at all. This seems to begin about 1967-68 with one person in particular, who deserved a lot of fury and wrath, gave out a great deal, but never had to endure any serious flak from me.

 

Still in all, I have discovered a whole new branch of family that I like to call my own, and I mean to celebrate it and be joyful. Hell, everyone sooner or later runs out of time. But my life right now is full of new kinds of fun and mysteries that I so enjoy, and which I had forgotten were even possible.

 

Even the slings and arrows of my obsessive area of research, the M1 Garand, don't matter much any more. I did my homework, paid my dues, learned a lot, and have passed it on. It wasn't easy. But I did it. Now, those who did their research in New England are telling me that , because I didn't, my work is not valid.

 

They are entitled to think that. I am likewise entitled to my growing contempt for those esteemed gentlemen.

 

And even the collector stuff that never much interested me, personally, I delivered. I had no silver spoon, no inside track, just dug around among the experts I knew and the hardware I mostly purchased.

 

Surprisingly, my pursuits are viewed as somehow done by an "outsider" and therefore "unworthy", at least by some. The "outsider" part is probably correct. The rest, I don't much care about any more, save for avoiding irritation.

 

I'll do it if I must, but only in the interest of the facts. Nothing in my career past has any influence on anything I do now, save my enjoyment of shooting, and I figure that won't last much beyond a decade or so..

 

I respect other people's privacy such that I won't list a source in here without specific permission, even if the party involved is deceased. My own privacy means practically nothing to me.

 

As I finish this, I am discarding prints, negatives, transparencies, documents, letters, everything. I will not have my family and friends confused about what has value--truth is, none of this has value to those who do not know how to utilize or market it. And I no longer do. The whole market has shrunk, and what used to be hard-nosed magazines are often now rather close to being unintentional comedy devices.

 

And the publications business itself is dying, so there may be no marketing or even the possibility. Most of the 21st Century will be dominated by demented sound bytes from hack propagandists, lies, buzz words, and credibility of easy virtue garnered by "birth right" and the hell with merit. That's the way it was done in the 10th Century, and that reactionary direction seems to be where we are headed.

 

I have dumped documentation from fifty to twenty years ago, simply because I just don't want to live with all the paper and prints any more, and I need to simplify my life. The residue is on here, a very small percentage.

 

Use it and enjoy it. If you have valid corrections, leave comments and sources/documentation here in the appropriate area.

 

I don't need any more "chat room sonderkommando" clowns calling me a liar in forums online with less support than a 40DD bosom restrained by dental floss.

 

It seemed obvious few years ago that I would never hear again from my daughter. Bad politics, you see. Her mother had some corrosive tendencies, was more than a trifle stormy, and figured I was completely extraneous.

 

Well, that's changed. The kid dazzles and amazes me, and I finally had to update this portfolio. Family members will already know what that's all about. Others do not need to know.

 

Her mom? That's a tale most people won't believe, so I won't even try to tell it.

 

You'll figure it out!

 

Again, family will know what that's all about.

 

This whole thing is about expression, and I'll not be party to some kind of censored drivel. Redacted, MAYBE, but censored? NO WAY!

 

I enjoyed working and creating. I never considered myself an artist. I was and remain a workman. Some of my work is pretty solid. And if you enjoy it and it gives you pleasure, well, TELL ME.

 

This is NOT a commercial or auction site or adventure. I will release photos to those who need them, and I work as a writer. This is my photo album.

 

If you don't like it, do something else.