Joe_1975
We shared a house for a few years, actually more then one house, and drank a lot of booze and did a lot of drugs. We shared a lot of music, a few women and a lot of the 60's/70's together. I moved on and out in 1976 and in about 1987 I saw him in Colorado but he was a drugged out hippie and I was now a "suit". I know it was him but he was far gone into that twilight of hard drugs and he pretented not to recognize me. A mutual friend of ours called me about 5 years ago and told me that Joe had killed himself.
Having moved a month or so ago I did find bits and pieces of film and slides that I didn't know I had and today in the darkroom I was surprised to see this image coming up through the chemical bath.
I actually remember this day and Angie putting the flower in his hair right before I took this picture.
Joe, it has been a long time since I have thought about you but I wish you well where ever you are and I am sorry I wasn't there to stop you.
words from an email from another one who shared that time and those places with Joe and I
"I wasn't prepared for the depth of this photo or my feelings for Joe. Her name is Angie. He was a beautiful man but so lost in so many ways. Just before he died I had realized that he was the brother of a woman that I worked with. I got his address and wrote to him but the letter was returned "not at this address". He had a daughter who looked just like him and was married to her mother. I thought that must mean that his life had changed somewhat. His sister Pam insisted that the address was correct so I could only conclude that he didn't want to hear from me. You really caught him in this shot. I feel that he is looking back at me from the page."
Joe_1975
We shared a house for a few years, actually more then one house, and drank a lot of booze and did a lot of drugs. We shared a lot of music, a few women and a lot of the 60's/70's together. I moved on and out in 1976 and in about 1987 I saw him in Colorado but he was a drugged out hippie and I was now a "suit". I know it was him but he was far gone into that twilight of hard drugs and he pretented not to recognize me. A mutual friend of ours called me about 5 years ago and told me that Joe had killed himself.
Having moved a month or so ago I did find bits and pieces of film and slides that I didn't know I had and today in the darkroom I was surprised to see this image coming up through the chemical bath.
I actually remember this day and Angie putting the flower in his hair right before I took this picture.
Joe, it has been a long time since I have thought about you but I wish you well where ever you are and I am sorry I wasn't there to stop you.
words from an email from another one who shared that time and those places with Joe and I
"I wasn't prepared for the depth of this photo or my feelings for Joe. Her name is Angie. He was a beautiful man but so lost in so many ways. Just before he died I had realized that he was the brother of a woman that I worked with. I got his address and wrote to him but the letter was returned "not at this address". He had a daughter who looked just like him and was married to her mother. I thought that must mean that his life had changed somewhat. His sister Pam insisted that the address was correct so I could only conclude that he didn't want to hear from me. You really caught him in this shot. I feel that he is looking back at me from the page."