Banks as an entity will hunt you down and put a proverbial (literal, if necessary) bullet in your head well before you have any chance of battling them face to face. Liken their apparent indifference to that of HAL (The talking computer) from Arthur C. Clark’s 2001, a space odyssey. They may be Cold, but also vulnerable!

Scott circa 1986?

This type of image is what I consider just positively intriguing…it makes me miss the wonder of the Polaroid… something you just can’t get with a digital camera… I am telling you… you CAN’T.   But on the bright side, you don’t have to spend forty bucks every time you want a couple of packs of the stuff to go have fun with.

http://www.weddingsbywilliam.printroom.com

Nice to see the sun.

Nice Couple from late last year… this is a strange image I don’t usually get, so I figured it might make a good conversaton piece.  I think it does.  They needed two photographers… and they got it.

This website is in the process of being moved…but it is still here.

http://www.weddingsbywilliam.com/home.php

PPAC

This is PPAC in Providence on my way home from another wedding last summer (alright, it might have been a few back by now).   Looking forward to wedding season once again! Love Weddings…. they do a great job of keeping the joints well-oiled as it were!

I remember PPAC when I was a kid. My Elementary (primary or whatever) school set up a trip for us kids; we were in maybe fourth or fifth grade, which would put the date around 1975. If my memory serves me correctly, the performance featured the Providence Philharmonic, or whatever they called themselves. It was Providence’s version of the Boston POPs, mostly, if not all men. I can’t remember what they played, but there was this one guy that stands out in my mind… He had black hair, looked like Randolph Mantooth of Prime-time 1970’s television fame. He Played the horn, or trumpet to be exact,  and  managed he did, to stand out, his playing was so tight. How he somehow smiled while he blew, with the instrument stuck so close to his lips, I didn’t know. They played, and played well… the red material of the seats and lights burned into the scattered confines of my still developing brain more than even the sounds from the stage. I can remember, but it’s like a dream.

Is my age suddenly making my childhood memories dream-like? All I know is I can still hear, see, and almost smell that day…like it was sometime in the not too distant past. Was it all that long ago?

Image C.2008 WHP

Weddings are really nice aren't they?

This is a nice couple from a recent wedding.  Married in Mattapan MA with a large contingent of bridesmaids, ushers, and groomsmen.  Whew, that was quite a party!

C.2008 WHP

My father well on his way to detecting and treating cancer.

(Excerpt from my old “Tumblr” words/pictures blog of last season).

My sixty-three year old Father lives with his wife of 25 years in a semi-rural, sleepy enclave west of Providence RI. In the fall of ‘08, he was diagnosed with cancer, and is now undergoing treatment. While taking the extremely uncomfortable step of an extended leave of absence from her job, his wife now accompanies him on the daily trips to and from the treating hospital in Bristol RI. She alone is responsible for paying, through her tenuous hold on current employment, the health insurance without which they both could possibly lose everything or at the very least have to declare bankruptcy. Listening to her nervously described, well-founded fear of the possibility of losing her job at such a juncture, I feel the sense of powerlessness many of us share at this time.

It is at this very place in the history of this young country, these stories seem all too plentiful. Hard working men and women looking down the golden path to retirement, suddenly facing the prospect of not simply economic hardship, but virtual total destruction, begs the question, “Exactly what type of middle-class prosperity do we really want for now and future generations?” Ordinary Americans need to speak up in far greater numbers, now more than ever if realistic changes are to be made… we can’t rely on out-of-touch policymakers and powerbrokers to form the basis of our economy any longer. In this age of socio-economic turmoil, it’s just not an option.
Photo: My father pre-cancer in treatment about a year ago… procuring treatment for another ailment, which eventually led to the cancer discovery. C.2008 WHP