Saturday, January 24, 2015

(Not) Just Another Day

It was like a lot of days I have off work. Started out kind of lazy and uneventful, but ended up being a pretty good day. I actually slept in, something I don't often do, even in winter and never during summer. I started off working on a photo project I've had in mind for a while, and was pleased with the outcome. You can see the results on my Facebook page under "Album Cover Portraits" or at www.rodea.weebly.com . Nothing uniquely original or visually stunning, just an idea about looking at music history in slightly different way. And I'm happy to incorporate photography into my day any time I get a chance.
And I had another chance to do that as the result of  a meetup for lunch with a friend. She showed up with three old cameras and a Nat King Cole record. The cameras were to show and the record was to keep. I have some very awesome friends. She even let me take two of the cameras home on loan so I could check them out more closely. I just love these old vintage cameras! They're both German and date back to the early to mid 50s. One of them takes 135 film so no problem there, but the other uses 120. I do have a few spools of 620 for my old Kodak Duaflex but it may not be compatible with this Agfa camera so I might have to concentrate on the Voightlander Vito II. I found a manual online so I plan to familiarize myself as much as possible with this camera, then go out and find some usual (and hopefully some unusual) suspects to test it out.

Next it was on to one of my favorite places to just browse around. The Spearfish Main Street Antique and Collectibles Mini Mall. There is always something new and different to see, and always something that was there last time but that I missed seeing for some reason. Well, not for some reason, the reason is that there is just so much. I don't always buy something, but this time I did.

It wasn't this -

Or any of these -

Or this (even though instructions were included) -



It was this -
It's a poster of Polaroids taken by Linda McCartney, and was included with the 1973 Wings album Band On The Run. Believe it or not ... I don't have that record and didn't even know this poster was from that album. I had to look it up when I got home. I know! Right? But I guess I can't have them all. I just saw it on a metal stand in a cheap plastic frame and thought, "how cool is this." I think I even said that out loud.  Definitely worth the five bucks I paid for it. I'm thinking it might be perfect for another project similar to the album cover portraits mentioned above. The wheels are turning.
One other thing about that place ... there's a section about half way back that's like it's own little store. It's called GASP Studio. It's always decorated up nicely and always has some great antiques and art for sale. Check it out.

And if by any chance you want to... you know... check out the records, just turn left when you enter and go all the way to the back. That Hula album is probably still there. And it's a bargain at only $5.00. Who knows - you might even be able to talk them down a buck or two. Now that would be a deal.

   Roger O'Dea  1/24/2015

Sunday, December 28, 2014

On The Road At 60

Traveled by car to Denver, Spirit Airlines to Phoenix, I-17 north to Arizona 179, which took me into Sedona, Arizona - a place like no other. I had heard so much about this location that I had to experience it for myself. And my 60th birthday seemed like a good occasion to do it. The fact that my son was able to fly in from New York to join me made it even better. He is a rather private person but I managed to snap a picture of him that I'm sure he won't object to me using here -

Ahhh..the Blue Moon Cafe. The World Famous Blue Moon Cafe. Our first introduction to the local flavor. I noticed there was a lot of "world famous" on this trip. The Sultana Saloon, Pink Jeep Tours, Rod's Steak House, Grand Canyon Hotel,  Moon Dogs Pizza ... the list goes on. But none are more famous than Sedona itself. It really is an amazing place. So much to see. And do. And feel. Very powerful and spiritual in addition to being incredibly beautiful. 
These aren't just formations to be admired at a distance, there are many trails that take you right into the landscape.



















During a solo trek one afternoon a strong feeling came over me to go off the trail through a stand of Juniper and Pinyon which led me to a clearing that had a particular attraction to me for some reason. I sat down amidst a feeling of calmness and clarity. I have trouble being still. It's hard for me. So I have to work at it, through meditation and physically putting myself in locations that lend themselves to thoughtful contemplation. There are several special locations in and around the Black Hills where I can go to do this, but this place on this day gave me an instant feeling of sanctuary. It may have been one of the vortexes people talk about in that area, or it may have just been that I was open to the experience of pure primordial nature and the positive energy that can be felt if you are ready to receive it. Time passed slowly, and I'm not sure how long I was there. Quite a while, though, because by the time I got back to the trailhead it was near dusk in the late afternoon. I left a small totem as a token of my appreciation. Not a quality structure for sure, but then it wasn't meant to be a permanent offering, and I trust it's gone by now.
We spent most of another day driving through the beautiful (and world famous) Oak Creek Canyon up to I-40 and old Route 66. Near Williams, Arizona we spotted a sign that read "Grand Canyon - 56 Miles." Why not? So we made a hard right and headed on up. It's another place that is really indescribable. We were there near dusk and the setting sun, cloudy sky and late day shadows made the view absolutely magnificent!

Another memorable experience on this trip was meeting Banya, a spiritual intuitive guide and healer located in Sedona. It was already too late to schedule a full session, but I was intrigued by an offer to have my aura photographed. I am definitely not a disbeliever, but sometimes I am skeptical of these things. The large number of positive testimonials regarding her practice made me feel good about going through with the process. I had hoped for a different result but must say I was not surprised at what showed up in the photo.
Apparently I have some work to do. This photo shows an imbalance that I would like to correct. I won't go into the details (those of you who know about such things will see what's going on) but will say I am taking seriously an action plan suggested by her, and am already underway with phase one. 
It really was a wonderful trip, and one I will remember always. I'm sure I'll go back. There is so much more I'd like to see and do. If you've been there, you know. If you haven't, I enthusiastically encourage you to go. And be sure to stop by the Blue Moon Cafe, especially for breakfast. I suggest you try the Paul Bunyan Pancake. I hear it's world famous.

 Roger O'Dea   12/28/2014

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Thanks For The Memories

On this day of thanks it occurred to me that almost everything I have to be thankful for is connected to a memory. Every morning I pause and give thanks for my blessings, of which there are many. They say it's good to write things down, and I believe that to be true. So I thought I would take just a moment to list a few things I am thankful for ---

MY PARENTS.  I had a wonderful childhood. We didn't always have everything we wanted. But we always had everything we needed.

MY WIFE AND SON. For ... well ... everything.

VOLUNTEERS.  My dad taught me how to fish, but it was Boy Scout leaders who taught me how to make fire, pitch a tent and put a pebble in my mouth on long hikes to stimulate saliva and lessen my thirst, which helped to conserve the water in my canteen. Thanks Ernie, Ronnie and Roger for giving your time, experience and knowledge.



FAMILY VACATIONS.  Just up the road a ways, or a thousand miles. Quality time.

SUMMER OF 1972.  The best of times.

WINTER OF 2004.  The worst of times.

DOCTORS AND NURSES WHO WORK NIGHTS AND WEEKENDS.  Saved my life in the winter of 2004.

EDWIN LAND.  Your Polaroid cameras have given me much joy for many years and an outlet for my creative energy. Even still today.

THE IMPOSSIBLE PROJECT.  For stepping in and making instant film when Polaroid stopped.

JOHN DENVER.  You wrote my life.

JOE KOPP.  For giving me my first break in radio. And for not firing me when I played The Ballad of John and Yoko.

MY BEST FRIEND.  We rock.

MY OTHER BEST FRIEND.  The miles between us have not drawn us any further apart. 

FRENCH ONION SOUP.  It's pretty much the only thing French I like.

MY HOME TOWN.  It has changed, and mostly not in a good way, but some of my best memories are here.

MUSIC.  Can't sing, can't play a note. But I love music.

GOD AND THE UNIVERSE.  There but for the grace of you go I.

There is so much more. But this seems like a good place to stop.

I wish you all the best for a great life and good fortune. Be nice to each other. Pray for peace.




  Roger O'Dea     11/27/2014
 


















Saturday, November 8, 2014

Nobody's Right If Everybody's Wrong

The election is over. It's been over for days. But the amount of silly, sarcastic, bitter, and sometimes even mean and hateful comments and images being posted on social media is really quite astounding. I shouldn't be surprised. It was expected to a certain degree. But people go too far, as evidenced in this political cartoon -
Does anyone truly believe that any segment of business or society wants dirty air and polluted water? Or that the president actually wants this country to fail? Seriously. Who is so delusional or twisted to go to that extreme in their thinking? Sure we have problems. That's a fact. But to lay the blame all on one political party or one person or a particular group of people is just ridiculous. 
If you blame the Republicans for the Iraq war and for getting us into Afghanistan, then remember it was a Democratic administration that was responsible for escalating the Vietnam War. And a Republican ended it... in a very tragic and messy way.
If it was Republican financial policies that led to the economic slump and bailouts during Bush's (the younger) administration, then remember it was during the Democrat Carter's term that mortgage rates hit 19% and gas rationing was enacted.
There have been good times and not so good times. Most have, and will have, nothing to do with which political party is in power. Sometimes it's just about bad people doing bad things. And those bad people can come from all races, religions, political organizations, cultures, societies... anywhere. And at any time. That's why it's important to have leaders. True leaders who have earned our trust and have a sincere honest desire to do the right thing. We don't have that now. We have partisans. We have egomaniacs. Or occasionally we elect someone who is simply not qualified. They don't have the experience, temperament, compassion or common sense to handle or even understand the tasks which they have been given. In other words - they are in way over their heads.  A sad side note to this is that we keep putting them back in!  It's madness.
I had lunch the other day with a friend who is older and wiser than me. He said something rather profound, in my opinion. He said, "I remember when there were Republicans and Democrats, and they tried to work together for the overall good. Now it's liberals and conservatives. They can't find any common ground and there's no compromise."  I agree with his observation. This is what we've come to. And it's kind of sad.
Maybe we should hope that somehow we can get back to simpler times when campaigns weren't filled with hollow promises. A time when fewer words were spoken but they had more meaning. A time of action. Maybe we need more people like Senator Stephens -

He does things. Simple. To the point. My kind of guy. I'd vote for him. How about you?


Roger O'Dea       11/8/2014

Friday, October 24, 2014

Heart In New York - A Photo Essay

New York, like a scene from all those movies
But you're real enough to me
There's a heart
A heart that lives in New York   (Sung by Art Garfunkel - Written by Benny Gallagher/Graham Lyle)



Going Underground



The Sadness of the Chelsea Hotel




I Did Suzanne and Rainy Day Women #12 & 35




Nobody Even Seems Interested




"Skyscraper National Park"  - Kurt Vonnegut




Double Shot Of Love




Poets, Artists, Writers...and Folk Singers on Bleeker Street




A Cure For the Mean Reds




Street "Art"




 People Live There Too




Street Commerce





The Object Is the Subject




                                                       Roger O'Dea     10/24/2014














Saturday, September 13, 2014

Not Over Until I Say It's Over

This is probably the longest I've gone without posting an update on this blog. I guess it's just because I haven't been inspired lately. I seem to have lost my muse. I was tired. Weather was bad. The sun got in my eyes. I forgot. There are any number of excuses I can come up with, but that's what they would be - excuses. The truth is I have been cramming every last bit of activity and adventure I can think up into these last fleeting days of summer. Between work and the normal every day requirements of life on this planet, it's been a struggle to fit it all in. It's difficult to concentrate. To focus. To commit to a project and finish it. All summer I have been wanting to get a collection of photographs organized for a show. I really want to do it, but there is something holding me back. I keep bouncing around from one idea or theme to another. One day it's Polaroids, the next it's black and white film. One day it's landscapes, the next it's candid portraits. Several times I've said, "ok, this is it. This will be my project." Then, the sun comes out, it's 80 degrees and some single track trail in the Black Hills beckons me or a two lane blacktop highway calls to me and I'm off.  I'm getting closer, though. As the weather gets cooler and the season begins to change there is less I can do outdoors. Soon I will be forced inside and maybe then I can decide on what variation of a theme I want to work on...and actually do it. Judging from a recent tantrum from Mother Nature it may not be much longer.  I was shocked the other morning when I went into our back yard and was greeted with this scene ...

... our maple leaves prematurely turning red amid the shadows of a cloudy sky that already produced a heavy wet snow and icy rain. Too early for this. Way too early. And I wish people would stop saying that summer is over. I don't want to hear it. The first day of autumn isn't until September 23rd. Summer is not over. It's not over until I say it's over! 
Sorry about that little outburst. It may be that I am in denial. I know winter is coming. I can't just wish it away. All I can do is get the most out of what's left of the nice weather. And that's exactly what I intend to do. Even if it's just doing something totally ridiculous, out of my comfort zone, completely selfish, or something that does not contribute to society in any way. Yeah, that's it. I may be on to something. Let's see where this goes. Anyone want to come along for the ride?

Roger O'Dea    9/13/2014

Thursday, August 14, 2014

The Great Summer Swindle

I will begin with an apology to all kids in the Belle Fourche school system. The apology is for being an adult. Although I am not one of the adults involved with the decision to start school this year on August 20th, I still feel a responsibility to apologize for those adults directly involved in that decision as I don't believe any one of them will be forthcoming in saying they are sorry for this outrage.
August 20th! Really? Every student in this town has been robbed of twelve days of summer. Days they will never get back. Days that have been taken from them as surely as if they were stolen by a master thief.  When I questioned this terrible decision by obviously confused and misguided school officials I was told the early start was due in part to the 4 day school week put into place previously, and that students and parents are quite willing to accept the trade off. Sorry. Not buying it. A few parents maybe. But students? I can't imagine anyone, other than possibly a few seniors, being happy about losing what could turn out to be a wonderfully stupendous summer day spent outside wearing ragged shorts and a baggy t-shirt to a structured mundane school day sitting at a desk being checked off a list compiled to make sure everyone is present. "Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?"
Mid August is summer. When did it become part of the school year? Has this happened before? Why am I just finding out about it now? And...why do I care?  I don't have kids in school. It's no skin off my knee. I guess it's the principal of the thing. By the way, who is the principal and why did he or she allow this to happen under their watch? Shameful is what it is. It's still summer for crying out loud!  And summer is not for sitting blurry eyed in some classroom. Summer is for this -

In summer the sky is higher and a much deeper blue. At night the stars are much closer and the moon is brighter. This might not be science, but it's the truth. Every single day of summer should be cherished as a precious moment. A crime is committed every time one of those days is taken away too soon. August 20th. Preposterous. Ridiculous. Outrageous. A colossal swindle perpetrated on the young people of our town.
But, alas, nothing can be done about it now. Not this year anyway. So, I will end on a positive note. We must always look for a bright side. The brightest side I can think of right now comes from our old friend, Dr. Seuss, who gives us what is perhaps the best lesson we can learn in such a short summer. A lesson we all should remember -


Roger O'Dea   8/14/2014