Ora Mae

Black And White Photography, Emilio, Photography

 

No one comes back once the train takes them. Railroad seems to go only one way, out of town. My dad used to say that we lost more people in one year than we got cows. And we got a heck a lot a cows. I remember Ora Mae left when she was 17. Couldn’t help it, her family was leaving. We promised each other one day we’d be married. But I heard she changed her name once she got to the city. And finally, 25 years later, here she comes back. I keep wondering why but, heck, it don’t matter.

(100 words)

Comin’ Home

Black And White Photography, Emilio, Photography

It’s been a year abouts since I been gone. Couldn’t much stand bein’ alone after Martha left. The house is all I got now. It don’t look like much but with a little time I could get it proper again. If I wanted. She promised she’d never leave, but some promises can’t be kept. I know that. And it shouldn’t have been a great surprise, what with the nearest doctor a couple hours away. They’re restin’ now, momma and child. Just waitin’ for when I come join them. Martha and the little one. Name would have been Jamie. Like mine.

Trestle

Black And White Photography, Emilio, Photography

Boom Trail Trestle
Minneapolis MN

On a recent visit with my son, we went for a walk in the Boom Island Park. When I got down on my knees to grab this shot, he strolled away, pretending not to know me.

I get that a lot!

Bigger Than A Honda

Black And White Photography, Emilio, Photography

“Now some folks say it’s too big
And uses too much gas
Some folks say it’s too old
And that it goes too fast
But my love is bigger than a Honda
Yeah, it’s bigger than a Subaru
Hey man there’s only one thing
And one car that will do
Anyway we don’t have to drive it
Honey we can park it out in back
And have a party in your pink Cadillac.”

Bruce Springsteen

Berthing Space

Black And White Photography, Emilio, Photography

Berthing Space on the USS Midway

During World War II, Navy sailors slept in “racks”, berthing spaces on their ship, 3ft x 6ft cots/bunks stacked 3 high. The space between the mat and the roof above your head for the bottom and middle bunk was approx. 30″. Some sailors would string up hammocks to sleep on in the ship. When it was too hot they would sleep on the deck of the ship.

And it was always too hot!

Almost Sixty Dollars

Black And White Photography, Emilio, Photography

Anybody out there remember when the gas pumps had only one space on the left of the decimal point for the cost of gas? Meaning, no matter what you drove, you could fill up for under ten dollars? In high school, when a bunch of us would cruise the boulevard on a Friday night, we’d all pitch in fifty cents for gas. (Yeah, I’m that old.) A far cry from last week when a full tank of gas cost me almost sixty dollars. Maybe I’ll buy myself a Harley. I see lots of baby boomers these days on bikes. Only trouble is, I’m going to have to be able to raise my leg up and over the seat.

Sands Of The Kalahari

Black And White Photography, Emilio, Photography

 

Well, to be honest, these are not actually the sands of the Kalahari. These are the sands of Death Valley. But I figure there isn’t much difference between the sands of South Africa and California. So why did I choose the title of a 1965 British film that I’ve never seen? Just liked the name I suppose.

I wonder if the film is any good?

A Soylent Green Night

Black And White Photography, Emilio, Photography

Any of you too young to understand the allusion to Soylent Green, it is a 1973 dystopian film in which the title refers to a pre-packaged food substitute. Briefly, in 2022, 40 million people live in New York City where housing is dilapidated and food and working technology are scarce. Most of the population survives on rations produced by the Soylent Corporation. Their latest product is Soylent Green, a green wafer advertised to contain “high-energy plankton” from the oceans of the world, but in short supply. Truth is, Soylent Green is actually made out of people.

I often wonder, when I pass one of these factories out in the middle of the desert, what they are processing late at night.

Dirt

Black And White Photography, Emilio, Photography

Clyde Barrow: Now you just tell me what was wrong with that car.

C. W. Moss: Dirt.

Clyde Barrow: Dirt?

C. W. Moss: Dirt in the fuel line…, just blowed it away. ~ Bonnie And Clyde, 1967