Pop's Diner - Part 4
Last in series…
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I’m loving the (Tri-x) black and white film in revisiting this book. I understand why a bunch of my friends have gone back to shooting film. These ain’t no iPhone shots…
Architects and builders: look at how this building is constructed. It’s a beauty!
The gracefulness and symmetry of the two hip roofs, the placement of the building in the landscape (with the boulder), and the delight of the light-filled upper story with a 360 view. Architecture.
I loved just about every part of America back then — as I went south, east, north, west. Good people all over in the ‘60s-’70s. I had the best vibes everywhere, and that in spite of the fact that I was a bit, um, hippie-ish looking. Good good good vibrations…
I’m looking at these shots, and interestingly, they look alive in spite of the fact they’re 4th generation:
Prints from Tri-X film
Pages of book copied on Canon Lasercolor Copier
PDFs made of pages
Pages loaded into Substack
Even on this electronic screen, I see an element of soul in the photos that’s missing in digital shots.
Guess what — intrepid reader who’s still with me — I’m gonna get back to doing the occasional one-off book; print run of one. (Actually, no print run.)
Plus I’m starting, for to do fliers, pamphlets to hand out for the first time since the ‘70s.
It’s so refreshing to put stuff together sans computer.
Finding cracks in the fabric of communication…












I feel transported by these pages.
I'm looking at these structures through eyes watching the aftermath of wildfire, fearing that the old houses lost, many of the hundred-year-old former summer homes, will be replaced with soulless rectangular tract-style houses, stuccoed for fire resistance with that stodgy sand color that sends me into shrieking fits, and fitted with blank eyes for windows. But wouldn't that first house, the hip-roofed one, be gorgeous with metal siding? Not that metal siding alone guarantees anything other than an improved chance against fire.