Discovery Bay August 1997
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About Me
- pitchertaker
- Central Massachusetts, United States
- I have been photographing for more than 50 years first working as supervisor for yearbook and college newspaper. Later I headed the photography department for the News Service at UTAustin. In 1979, I became a Dobie-Paisano Fellow and began to follow a career in freelance and doing my own personal work. My wife's career pulled us out of Texas for the east coast finally winding up in central Massachusetts. Now in my 79th year, I teach both digital and wet darkroom at a small liberal arts university in Worcester, MA. I shoot these cameras and formats: ----Note: -- I have given up on film. I now have only digital cameras -- the Canon 6D, and a Pentax 645D medium format digital.
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3 comments:
Probably some great stories were spun at Buds. Looks like the gas pump has been beat up a couple of times. Preserving shots from the past like this is what it is all about.
Tire retreading is almost a thing of the past, at least for passenger cars and light trucks. Used to be nearly every town had retreading business. With all the concern for recycling you would think that retreading would still be going strong. But anyway, I am intriqued by the photograph, with the shapes and the signs and the two trees looking over. Thanks.
Don and Sher: these are the places of my heart. As we grow older, places like "Bud's Tires" evoke memories of our past. I had never seen "Bud's Tires" before I made this image, but I had seen other places like this, but for some reason, it all came together as something complete, a combining of several memories. Mostly for me, it is the representation of the passage of time from one era to another that interest me. Bud's not longer exist because Bud has moved on either to retire (no pun intended) or to the grave. A new tire store would never put two quanset huts together -- they'd build a new shiny steel building on a slab. All things only live for a certain period of time, and then they pass. I like to record their passing so we can remember what use to be.
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