Ted’s Everywhere (or at least a couple of places)
‘Mindbenders’ got a mention on the Front Row Monthly site (link here) and
My recollections of Woodstock (family-friendly ones) appear here at Hooplaha.com – however, they chose not to use my photos. The editors there probably doubt the thrill of black-and-white but I think they go with the story so in the spirit of hippie anarchism, I’m going to post a few:
Arriving
Rain and more rain
Crosby, Stills and Nash
It’s interesting that these somewhat murky monochrome pictures were taken with a heavy (by today’s standards) Kodak Instamatic that I lugged around with me all weekend and that then required my waiting until the film was developed and pictures printed, while the lovely and definitely sharper color cloud photos in my last post were taken by my (now-obsolete) cellphone. Which also tells me where I am, wakes me up if I ask it to, gets me email, sports scores and the headlines.
My grandmother was born about the time of the Wright Brothers flight and died after the moon landing. I always thought that was pretty remarkable technological change for one lifetime but our era is turning out to be pretty impressive as well, albeit (happily) a lot less dramatic than what she went through.
Anyway, photos here, memories on Hooplaha – enjoy!
You were brave enough to venture to a close vantage point of the stage for CSN. I ventured forth as well at the concert in Watkins Glen. Once I realized that the single-line vein of folks I was following towards the stage had stopped about 50 feet in front of me, my intuition said “get out now”. And so I did – back to the campsite to pack up and head home.
Back when Woodstock was transpiring, my parents wouldn’t let me out of there site for fear of I might slip away to three days of joy and music.
Though to this day, I believe my Dad would have been joyous in me going, saying to himself, “This is so cool!” and would want me to tell him every last detail – as he did with Watkins Glen.