AS TIME GOES BY...MT FUJI 1963

AS TIME GOES BY...MT FUJI 1963
Originally uploaded by roberthuffstutter

AS TIME GOES BY...MT FUJI 1963

Uploaded by roberthuffstutter on 28 Nov 09

Reading in the cemetery

Reading in the cemetery
Originally uploaded by james.whittingham

GREAT CAPTURE..........he has been doing some extensive reading for a long while. This is a cool tomb, the type one might want if they planned for entombment. It is far too confining for my plans for the future. Cool shot.

Reading in the cemetery

Uploaded by james.whittingham on 27 Oct

1908 Christmas Postcard

1908 Christmas Postcard
Originally uploaded by nyctreeman -

1908 Christmas Postcard
Another white baby in a manger surrounded by angels from northern Europe :P

Uploaded by nyctreeman

NO MATTER ABOUT THE COLOR OF THE BABY, I WANT TO TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO WISH THE ACLU A BLESSED CHRISTMAS AND PRAY THAT THEY WILL BE FUNDAMENTALLY TRANSFORMED...

JAPANESE TOUR OF DUTY IN EARLY 1960S

MY TOUR OF DUTY IN JAPAN

Within less than two years after enlisting in the United States Navy, it was my turn to spend a tour at sea or foreign shore duty. The Orient had long been one of my most fascinating subjects of study and it didn't take me any time to decide I would like to spend time on the foreign shores of the land of the Rising Sun. In fact, I had long had dreams where I saw myself in Japan. Strangely enough, most of my dreams became a reality.

My tour exceeded all expectations; there was the foreign intrique of being stationed in a Naval Air squadron of a clandestine nature, there was the reality of Mt Fuji seen each morning from the naval air station, and there was the friendships and eventually, the romance that would forever last in my memories. It was a time of temporary joy, we realized this from the beginning. Though East meets West and West meet East, there was a time for the reality of it all to end.

DAYS OF WINE AND BAJA SAND...

DAYS OF WINE AND BAJA SAND...
Originally uploaded by roberthuffstutter

This snapshot was taken by a friend on the beach south of Ensenada, Baja, Mexico in the 1960s. The bottle had been full of very good red wine from a neaby winery and had no warning label, but of course it would have made no difference. These were the days when life was relatively free from government regulation, government suggestion and filled with reasons for fulfilling personal dreams and ambitions without guidelines for social conversations, abortions, prayer, display of our flag, or questions about the legitimacy of coinage inscribed with "In God We Trust." Thus, if I seem to refer to a time of personal freedoms and liberties with a fondness, I have just listed a few reasons. As for the civil rights bills that would be passed, in my mind there was never any question about civil rights for every American; it did not require an act of legislation for me to understand that everyone was equal; in my mind, everyone had always been equal. Nevertheless, my feeling were not shared by all, thus the Civil Rights Act was welcome and in order for a better America.

SISTER: NAPLES, FLORIDA

SISTER: NAPLES, FLORIDA
Originally uploaded by roberthuffstutter

Hello, sister linn, here's one of the best shots you ever sent me from your penthouse overlooking naples bay. Oh, I am sure you still look as young and charming as you did here, only a few short years ago

MEMORIES OF MY DAD'S PACKARD: 1947

MEMORIES OF MY DAD'S PACKARD: 1947
Originally uploaded by roberthuffstutter

MEMORIES OF A CHICKEN DINNER AND A BIG BLUE PACKARD

By ROBERT L. HUFFSTUTTER

Nephew, UncleJim, Aunt Dorothy, Robert Clifton after a chicken dinner in the autumn of 1947. Robert Clifton was an infrequent dinner guest and enjoyed living a reclusive lifestyle exclusive of family members. The drama surrounding this family portrait is the identity of the person who pushed the button on the Kodak camera with the imitation leather panels.

I can remember that camera very well. What I really remember, however, is my dad's big, dark blue Packard with the soft, but sort of scratchy interior.

from Detroit to Quebec and back to Montreal 172

from Detroit to Quebec and back to Montreal 172
Originally uploaded by no body atoll

THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO POST THIS IN MY GALLERY. HERE'S THE COMMENTS THAT ACCOMPANY THIS FANTASTIC IMAGE:

...it's a silent comment on the beauty of the elderly in repose and a loud protest against the crushing machines to delete the memories of these tired bodies, finally at rest...
If I live another 20 years, the Lord willing, I shall have a Packard just like the Packard owned by dear old dad, a fellow I rarely saw in my youth. He came to visit, once or twice a year, driving his Packards, until he finally decided he would rather walk. That is when the visits ended. When I turned sixteen and was able to get around the city, I visited him a few times and took him out for beer at Marshalls in Kansas City, his favorite haunt.

The last time I saw him was at the Barrel Buffet at 12th and Broadway in downtown Kansas City, back in 1976. He passed away about a year later. Of course, his Packard was long gone.
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from Detroit to Quebec and back to Montreal 172
Cemetary of Packards hidden and forgotten on Detroit's east side for decades. I once pulled off an original Packard hubcap in 1996 (Piquette & Russell hole in fence on I75 side) Heres another in the series www.flickr.com/photos/picspicspics/2384342861/

Uploaded by no body atoll

Lydiard Street Cemetery Gates, Ballarat

Lydiard Street Cemetery Gates, Ballarat
Originally uploaded by Tram Painter

WORK BY ONE OF MY FAVORITE ARTISTS, GRAHAM LEE

This is an excellent work. Your style is most identifiable, even in this somewhat different subject matter. Though there is the tram, there is the old gent approaching the gate. Had you not revealed it was a cemetery gate, I would have assumed he is a financier who has always preferred public transportation in his daily routine.

So, you see, there is already imagination created by your work. Now, however, knowing that he is headed for the cemetery makes a dramatic change in the story. One can only imagine whom he is going to visit for awhile. His dandy type of outfit might suggest he is an old bachelor, but because I know the artist, I would assume he is going to pay respects to a deceased grandparent or favorite uncle.

The details in the gate and ironwork are quite well done. It is not a five-minute sketch for sure. I admire your patience and criteria for near-perfection; it is very apparent in the foreground. Overall, the composition, the perspective and the subject matter makes this, in my opinion, one of your best works to date
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Lydiard Street Cemetery Gates, Ballarat
A tram stops at the Cemetery Gates in Ballarat and an old man gets off.
Taken from a photo by Mal Rowe in 1969.
F and H pencils on linen embossed card.
A4 including margins.

Uploaded by Tram Painter on

TWA MID AIR COLLISION OVER GRAND CANYON 1956

TWA MID AIR COLLISION OVER GRAND CANYON 1956
Originally uploaded by roberthuffstutter

TWA MID AIR COLLISION OVER GRAND CANYON 1956
PUBLISHED UNDER THE WIKIPEDIA POLICY. THE OWNER OF THIS PICTURE is listed as RUTH AS.
RuthAS lives in Lancashire, England. She is interested in the Arts, Transport History, and travel at home and abroad.

She has contributed new articles on Wikipedia on specific subjects within the above areas and also tries to improve the quality of existing articles within her areas of specific knowledge. She is now uploading some images to Wikipedia Commons that were taken during the last fifty years.

Uploaded by roberthuffstutter on 12 Jul 09, 4.55PM PST.

Abandoned Bus

Abandoned Bus
Originally uploaded by Sweet Dreams & Flying Machines

A WELCOME SHELTER IN A DRIVING RAIN WHEN ONE IS AFOOT AND ON THE HOOF, I HAVE BEEN IN WORSE ACCOMODATIONS, BUT IT'S BEEN AWHILE. I ONCE LIVED IN A CARDBOARD BOX FOR A FEW DAYS IN SAN PEDRO, CALIFORNIA. IT WAS THE WINE THAT CONFUSED MY SENSE OF DIRECTION.

Uploaded by Sweet Dreams & Flying Machines on 5 Oct 07, 9.36AM PST