Wednesday, August 31, 2016


I recall the old man talking about a litter of boxers that included albinos. He said it's hard to find a home for an albino boxer and I imagine that's true. I believe this was taken in the 70's. At the time income inequality wasn't that big of an issue and there were less moral issues with breeding dogs. Still, there is no money in dog breeding. You breed for the love of the animal.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

By the Water

I'm reasonably sure this is a photograph and not something from some tourist shop. Where it was taken I have no idea. Could this be from another country? Why did my mother collect this image and why was it in her album? I guess I'll never know. 

Monday, August 29, 2016

A Woman and Her Dog

Again, I have no knowledge of the person in this photograph. It could be an aunt or even my grandmother. It kind of looks like my sister but it can't be given the age of the image. Where my mother alive I would ask her who this is but now I can only wonder. 

Sunday, August 28, 2016

The Old Concrete Troth

Who is the boy in this image? I have no clue other than that he was important to my mother. I couldn't pick my uncles out of a lineup so this could be Sid or Joey. I think I have an uncle Joey but I'm not sure.  After my mother passed her family forgot about me and I forgot about them.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Some time in the 1940's

Who is the child in this photograph? Was this my mother? I found this in my mother's photo album but she never lived to show it to me so I will never know. 

This image would be only fitting for the damaged and angry soul of that abused woman who died before her 50th birthday. Life is hard and so must I be, and this torn page will sever as a reminder of the harsh nature of life.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

1997 Richard and His Cameras

This is a shot of me back in the day of film photography. I'm about 215 pounds in that pictuer, and that is my old Canon AE-1 Program.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

1992 Richard at Elliot's

I was a chubby thing then and I'm a big fat fellow now. I'm not sure when this was taken and it could be as late as 1994, but I think it's 1992. I can tell I'm at Elliot's house. That's the shed overlooking his lower garden. Elliot was a kind old man who I knew back then.

Monday, August 8, 2016

28th October 2015 Tortured Skin

I think this is one of the better shots of what the kittens did to me. They wanted to sit on daddy's lap and cut his legs up. Well, I'm glad they got passed that part of their development. 

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

26th October 2016 My Leg

Ah, Yes, these were the first scratches made by the army of kittens I was looking after. It was hot that October but I had to start wearing long pants.