Imagery
  
 
Images are powerful things. Images that take up residence deep within one's mental landscape can become an invisible hand on the wheel, influencing one's direction for years. This can be good... or merely interesting... or, it can be bad...
 

 
Some of the images that reside prominently across my mental landscape...
 
Then Came Bronson...
 



Bronson pulls up to a red light around San Francisco, beside a man in a station wagon. The station wagon man strikes up a conversation with the question - "Taking a trip?"

Bronson says - "What's that?"

The station wagon man repeats the question and Bronson replies - "Yeah."

The station wagon man says - "Where to?"

Bronson replies - "Oh, I don't know. Wherever I end up, I guess."

The station wagon man then says - "Pal, I wish I was you."

Bronson - "Really?"

The station wagon man says, rather sadly - "Yeah."

Bronson replies - "Well, hang in there" and rides off, down the Big Sur coast, over the Bixby Creek Bridge...
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"Long Lonesome Highway"
 

 
Campfire...
 

 
Field Communications...
The image of a field radio operator, hunkered down in the field, has been with me since a kid. Around the age of 9 Little Brother Brian and I received walki-talkies (Westinghouse) for Christmas and I recall being completely fascinated. Mother and Father later remarked that months of "can you read me" and "over and out" nearly drove them crazy! This was probably my initial exposure to personal electronics and gadgets, which turned into a lifelong fascination. The walkie-talkies arrived on the heels of the Combat TV series that we watched every Tuesday night at 7:30 PM. Mother had a weekly meeting on Tuesday evenings, so it was TV night for me, Little Brother Brian and Father. Father would always make popcorn and we would watch Combat. Our after-school and weekend play was filled with reenacting scenes from Combat, and I was forever trying to call in reinforcements with a piece of wood shaped roughly like a field radio. Those Westinghouse walki-talkies dovetailed right into these reenactments! We also had miniature soldiers and equipment - the "men," as Gil Chandler called them - and I was always fond of the radio operator. To this day, images of field radio operators, in a foxhole or behind a broken wall, trying to establish communications, run through my mind when I'm placing laptops and other gadgets into a backpack, or making camera connections in the field...
 
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The SCR-300...
 
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The Radio Signal Corps... and here...
 
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Signal Corp combat camera man. Images just like this have run through my mind so many times over the years...
 

 
Lewis & Clark
 
So many images...

My Lewis & Clark page...
 

 
Lonesome Dove
 
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The Trail Scout