Birds do it…Squirrels do it…Bagpipers at Spanish Bay do it
My favorite photos are of people unaware of the camera. But what about people who are totally aware and totally unaware? Nature inspires people to do crazy things. But when uninhibited posing intersects with bare-naked-nature, it raises the question…
“Don’t Feed The Animals” pose…South Rim, Grand Canyon September 26th 2013Every evening at 6pm, pipes blow on the first tee at Spanish Bay leaving no dry eyesNo one can love you like you canCalifornia fist pump (on the right) at Waves To Wine MS-150 – September 22nd 2013Brainy-beauty pose…at Viewpoint for the Golden Gate bridgeWaves to Wine MS-150 Finish Line, Sonoma Village – September 22nd 2013People will risk their lives for a little pose…A somewhat safe pose…?The mother-daughter pose…it doesn’t doesn’t get better than this…in Santa Barbara Harbor September 5th 2013The Natural poseCalifornia! The land of poseursAt Rodney Strong Vineyards two posers blended right into the flower gardenThree poser frauleins faking a jump off the South Rim at Grand CanyonThe bar-room scene at The Inn At Spanish Bay…bring your best pose if you want to play with this crowdIs that really “Nosferatu” imprinted on her shirt…?The soft-landing pose at Spanish Bay… reflexes are perfect when you’re youngWhat can we say…?The flair pose…Synchronized posing at the Waves to Wine MS-150 Finish LineThe “Look Ma!” pose…how about those rock-climbing shoes?Poser AgonistesIn Carmel statues do it…The you-go-girl poseEven feet do it in Santa BarbaraThere’s a poser in every crowd – Viewpoint, Golden Gate BridgeThe Imelda poseThis Japanese father wanted his sons to pose by the Harley but they were having none of that…posers nevertheless! Yosemite – September 15th 2013A reluctant pose but a natural born poser, neverthelessThe Whole Lotta Love pose…The feigning disinterest pose (left with back to us) and the Grand Dame pose (right)…Double ex-poser…The photographer fell on his ass while positioning for the shot pose…
For every poser there’s someone who’ll shoot them…The Romanesque poseDogs do itThe “Friends Don’t Let Friends” pose, in The CanyonLean Beans do it…Waves To Wine MS-150 – Sonoma Village September 22nd 2013Send a tingle up his leg while holding her tinkle poseThe woman in purple pose…she could spot a camera from 50 yards in a crowded market… Farmers Market – St Helena September 20th 2013Posing behind his back…Loud posing at the Waves to Wine MS-150…Elephant Seals in Big Sur do itBipartisan poseThe betwixt and between and befuddled posePoser GaloreFive wild and crazy German posers at The Petrified Forest in Calistoga…no backdrop is too mundane for real posersThe devil’s own pose on a cliff in The CanyonSelf-posers on the South RimSanta Barbara Sal…she loves the camera and the camera loves herNudes and Chefs in Carmel do itThe love pose…at Golden Gate ViewpointThe square root pose… in Santa Barbara Harbor September 5th 2013Paddle boarders in Santa Barbara Harbor do it“Why can’t we go on as three?”Girls just want to have fun poseThat backdrop…right therePosin’ even when you’re not in the shotDarwin was right poseThe ponderous pose…Bocce is a ponderous game in St. HelenaYou’re always posing, even when you’re not – St. Helena September 20th 2013The Family Guy poseSweetheart poseCinco de pose at Waves to Wine MS-150 Finish Line in Sonoma VillageShadows do itAnd even Harley-Davidson motorcycles do it
The Cuban Missile Crisis in 1962 was the first big news story I can remember. For 13 days, it felt like the country was in real trouble. And for my generation, “the country’s in trouble” became a narrative that persisted. Today, “The Country’s In Trouble” is a portrait hanging in the American mind. But what if the painting is a fake?
A Mona Lisa Smile
The mind plays tricks. Tell it something long enough and it’ll program a new reality based on what it hears. The antidote? Tune-out. Take a road trip. And watch a different America take shape on the canvas.
For 31 days I rode through Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and then up and down California – twice. There and back again. Everyone was friendly, curious about my journey, and happy to help whether tending the Harley or my aching back. Not long after hitting the road, somewhere in West Texas I found myself in the Country of No Trouble for the rest of the trip. It turns out there really are two Americas: the fake portrait hanging in our minds, and the authentic one in front of our eyes.
Dawn, outside Fort Stockton, but I was heading West to El Paso, then Phoenix, a 14 hr ride
October 2013
NOTES: The happiest people you meet on the road are the ones helping you
Just buying gasoline or french fries is a social occasion when you travel alone
Stepping out of the narrative is the Tao of road trips