Stratford Place Entrance, Chicago 2001
How I loved living in that apartment. Bonus: the view over the yacht marina into Lake Michigan, through the apartment blocks. The street is Lake Shore Drive.

Stratford Place Entrance, Chicago 2001
How I loved living in that apartment. Bonus: the view over the yacht marina into Lake Michigan, through the apartment blocks. The street is Lake Shore Drive.

Calico Rock Crossing, Northwest Arkansas

Northern Cape, South Africa 1983

Taken on one of my poaching hunting trips, out near the edge of the Kalahari Desert.
I finally got round to scanning a whole bunch of my old photos brought over from Seffrica in The Great Wetback Episode of 1986, so these “African” pics will run occasionally for the next few months.
Reader pkudude99 provided this link about Ponte Tower in Johannesburg — actually in Hillbrow, which used to be to downtown Johannesburg as, say, the Bronx is to Manhattan. (Interestingly, Hillbrow’s colloquial nickname for many years was “The Bronx”.)
Back when I lived there, Ponte was a very desirable address to call one’s own, and there was a mile-long waiting list for prospective residents. (I was on the waiting list for a while, but gave up after a year or so and moved instead to Yeoville, the next suburb over.) Ponte was literally across the road from my apartment, as can be seen from a pic I took from my back balcony:

Here’s a daylight pic:

…and from the inside looking up:

In retrospect, I’m rather glad that I didn’t end up living in Ponte. I went to visit a friend there once, and while the apartment was very nice (in that super-modern style that was so trendy but that I now detest), the apartment building itself was terrible. It felt like a prison block, and it’s small wonder that it was once suggested that Ponte should be turned into a maximum-security prison (never implemented, though).
Now? You couldn’t get me within ten miles of the place — or of Hillbrow itself. What used to be a glittering urban location with dance clubs, all-night restaurants, coffee bars and shops, late-closing bookstores and a permanent buzz of excitement is now… Third World Africa.

Like so much of what was once wonderful in Johannesburg is now just shabby, dangerous and… sub-Saharan Africa, no different from Mogadishu, Harare (another tragedy) or Nairobi.
Makes me sick just to think about it.
Astoria, OR 1992

From one of my many roadtrips with Trevor.
I was a fairly serious photographer back then: two Pentax ME Super SLRs, a silver (for print) and a black (slides):

Shared between the two, I used five different lenses, and mostly Kodak 25- or 50 ASA film for daylight, 200- or 400 ASA for night-time.
When I get to posting the game animal pics, you’ll see the results through various Pentax lenses — 500mm, 200mm, 40-80mm zoom (my favorite), the “standard” 50mm, and very occasionally wide-angle 28mm (although the latter I used mostly for landscape pics).
I don’t want to wander too far into the Camera Dork Forest… those days are far behind me.
Dropped New Wife off at the airport for her family reunion in Cape Town.

If anyone wants to know where I am, I’ll be in bed, under the covers, whimpering.
And I’m not coming out…