This photo is from my trek between Butler Cemetary and Beverly’s house in Lafayette, where I pulled over to check my directions. I can’t ﬁnd this on Google Maps, so if any of you know where this is, please let me know!
Little Mormon Lake was just a moist depression when we passed by, but the high desert was kind of green from summer rains. Barbed wire fence does the job it’s meant to do: keeps the cattle off the roads and wimpy people like me off the land.
The last time we played Donizetti’s Lucia di Lammermoor at the Arizona Opera was in 2007. I stood in my bass-playing spot and surreptitiously took pictures of the people around me in the pit, but Toru caught on and ended up posing for me.
I was crazy for crazy quilting in the mid to late nineties, made several jackets and vests, book covers, pillows and coverlets. Here’s the last of my stash of fancy fabrics, all photographed nicely for ebay.
I’d like to say that I planned this shot but it was mostly an accident. I was going to take a picture of Melanie the cellist on her way to the pit in the Orpheum Theatre. About to press the shutter, I noticed the man behind her, and did not have enough time to refocus.