MY FAVORITE PALM TREESphotos by Robert L. Huffstutter
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Black Bear Mountain
This is a beautiful panorama. I would liked to have wandered through the meadows here and climbed the mountains all around.
I would like to have spent days wandering about in the sunshine here, worrying about nothing, thinking about nothing but the beauty of the moment.
Robert L. Huffstutter
PHOTOGRAPH BY Domo in CanonFire09 Flickr Photostream. Please take a look at some fine photography in his photostream.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
LOS ANGELES MASS TRANSIT SYSTEM--A SHORT HISTORY
LOS ANGELES MASS TRANSIT SYSTEM--A SHORT HISTORY
Yes, for those who do not remember or never knew, Los Angeles once had the largest electric mass transit system in the world, but with the advent of the auto, the system was scrapped in the late 50s and early 60s. This IS NOT MY PHOTO. See Wikipedia for complete information and more links.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pacific_Electric_Railway
La Jolla
SHEER EXCELLENCE...in beach photography. All about this image is perfect in every way, shape and form. The clouds are especially dramatic. Congratulations to the photographer.
ANOTHER VIEW OF THIS PHOTO...reminds me of a giant opening his mouth to consume a mighty costly scarf of real estate. (Concentrate on the boulders on the left side of the image and one might see what I see.)
PHOTOGRAPH BY ALBERT
PIXELLENTINO Flickr Photostream
Monday, June 27, 2011
Murder at Moore House - A Dell Mystery
THIS IS A THRILLER......wishing you the best and I know you will sell at least 2 million. Robert (The cover is great, perfect for the mystery that lurks beneath the covers).
Sunday, June 26, 2011
AN AMERICAN WANDERING STOPPED IN DALHART, TEXAS
On my way to California in the summer of 1959, the train stopped in Dalhart, Texas. I got off to take the above snapshot with a Brownie Hawkeye.
I recalled stories about my dad's father, my grandfather, who had hopped a train shortly after the Civil War and headed for Texas. He lived in Dalhart for a year or so, according to family legend. It just happened that during his trip he decided to change cars and began crawling over the tops of the cars. When he found himself, so the story goes, atop an open car of Texas longhorns on a very narrow cat walk, he was so mortified he didn't move for several hours and rode the rails looking down at the critters looking up at him.
Evidently, he made it okay, the family name continues. My Grandfather, Robert Levi Huffstutter, born in 1856, was my dad's father. He died in 1938 so I never met him, but he has become a kind of family icon due to his birthdate and because he started an entire second family when his first wife and family refused to move overland with him from Indiana to Missouri. Some might say he was a scoundrel, but he was a man on the move and wanted to leave the Hoosier State for the Show-Me State.
He simply told his first wife that he was leaving, asked her to please accompany him with the children and then gave her a second notice that he was leaving and headed out. Two of his Indian-born children left with him.
My grandfather met a young women named Sarah Jane Rooks, twenty years his junior and together they begat three daughters and three sons, my father being the youngest, born in 1912. It was a sad story in that my grandmother passed away shortly after giving birth to my father. Grandfather never remarried.
He passed away while resting after mowing his yard in Laredo, Missouri in 1938.
Thus began the family unit from my paternal side of the family. The thought of my grandfather being only 9 years old when President Lincoln was assassinated sometimes makes me stop and think how close I am to the reality of Civil War history.
Elevator
ANOTHER CLASSIC WORK BY CHARLES HENRY
This is one excellent photo. It is perfect in composition, light and details, and subject matter that appeals to this viewer. It is what I would consider an art photo of an Americana genre. There are many photos in Mr Henry's Flickr photostream that will surely appeal to those who have a fondness for the Texas Panhandle and other areas of Texas. This is one of the best Photostreams I have come across in quite awhile.
The Joker
This is a unique photograph, but sad. Back in the 50s and 60s, these coffee shops were alive and full of happy people. What has happened to our America? I know, the highways passed much by, but I always loved the Texas panhandle and went through it on the real passenger trains and by auto many times. Great photo by Charles Henry.
ANOTHER DAY AT VENICE BEACH By Robert L.Huffstutter
a watercolor by R.L.Huffstutter...a look at the Venice Beach of the early 1960s...a great time in the USA
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Hot Dog 1
Although you can't tell this by the picture, there are actually two hot dogs condimenting themselves while standing sentry outside the door of a business in my neighborhood.
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THANKS TO MISSKARENJEAN...WHAT CAN I SAY BUT THANK YOU...AND HOT DOG!
go ped no ped no mo
VERY GOOD STAGING...And now, let us get government-oriented. I think that such photos of these accidents should be required on the trunks and hoods of ALL NEW CARS beginning next year to remind the FOLKS of the dangers of driving. At least, these kind of decals and images should be forced by law to be on the cars until our government is able to DRIVE THE AUTO INDUSTRY OUT OF BUSINESS. When the USA stops making autos, then these danger signs can come off. We are on our way to becoming the CHINA of the 1970s when everyone rode bikes or vehicles like these. Cheers, my friend. Stay thirsty.
THANKS TO MY FRIEND, ROBERT (4PIZON) WHO PERMITTED ME TO USE THIS STAGED PHOTO TO MAKE MY POINT ABOUT GOVERNMENT INTERFERENCE IN FREE ENTERPRISE.
MORE GOVERNMENT INTERFERENCE WITH FREE ENTERPRISE
MORE GOVERNMENT INTERFERENCE WITH FREE ENTERPRISE
This nation was once a free country. I remember America before the highly-paid and politically appointed bureaucrats began harassing the populace under the guise of making us a "better people." What they have done, while stock-piling their bank accounts, is nothing less than a practical joke. But as long as the people, the voters, put up with this B.S., look forward to more harassment while the jokers in the political loop joke about us behind the Beltway.
Is this the kind of crap the "Greatest Generation" fought for? Instead of sitting around thinking of new ways to screw the public, why don't they get off of their politcal asses and figure out some creative jobs that need to be done that are for all of the people, not just their political donors.
THIS IS NOT MY PHOTO
reference for subject:
www.realestateradiousa.com/tag/new-cigarette-warnings/
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
ST Obs 100 Ayer, MA 21 May 2011 D-0137
Pan Am Railways, Inc. (PAR), known as Guilford Rail System (GRS) before March 2006, is a holding company that owns and operates Class II regional railroads covering northern New England from Mattawamkeag, Maine to Rotterdam Junction, New York. The primary subsidiaries of Pan Am Railways are Boston and Maine Corporation (reporting mark BM), Maine Central Railroad Company (reporting mark MEC), Portland Terminal Company (reporting mark PTM), and Springfield Terminal Railway Company (reporting mark ST); BM and MEC are operated under lease by ST.
Pan Am Railways is headquartered in North Billerica, Massachusetts (a village within the town of Billerica).[1][2] It is a subsidiary of Portsmouth, New Hampshire-based Pan Am Systems, formerly known as Guilford Transportation Industries (GTI). Guilford bought the name, colors and logo of Pan American World Airways in 1998
BEING CURIOUS ABOUT PAN AMERICAN RAILWAYS instead of AIRWAYS, I researched WIKIPEDIA and found out about the name. Not being a New Yorker, I have much to learn about railroads, especially the ones that ran on Long Island.
In so many movies of the 60s, I always recall trains running from Long Island into Manhattan. It alwalys seemed to be in the introduction and not really fundamental to the plot but to let the viewer know the location and class of populace. Thanks for inspiring my interest. Robert
ST FP9A PAR2 Ayer, MA 21 May 2011 D-0135
These were the diesel I grew up riding. Not Pan Am, but Santa Fe, IC and Milwaukee among others. I never could really accept the lines of the diesels that looked like old switch engines.
There is something about the lines of these diesels that said "we are moving along to another destination."
Thursday, June 16, 2011
GOOD TIMES IN AMERICA A FEW YEARS AGO...
MY GRANDSON...like my own son. I want him to grow up right, join the Navy and enjoy his lifetime.
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE REAL AMERICAN NOVEL?
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE REAL AMERICAN NOVEL?
Ernest Hemingway (1899–1961) saw violence and death first-hand as an ambulance driver in World War I, and the carnage persuaded him that abstract language was mostly empty and misleading. He cut out unnecessary words from his writing, simplified the sentence structure, and concentrated on concrete objects and actions. He adhered to a moral code that emphasized grace under pressure, and his protagonists were strong, silent men who often dealt awkwardly with women. The Sun Also Rises and A Farewell to Arms are generally considered his best novels; in 1953, he won the Nobel Prize in Literature.
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I am currently writng what might become the next "real American novel." The title is AN AMERICAN WANDERING. Look for its appearance sometime in the future at your local bookstores or perhaps it will be listed on Amazon.com. Until then, I will keep my eye on America and its people.
Robert L. Huffstutter
NAVAL AIR STATION, NORTH ISLAND, CORONADO, CALIFORNIA
NAVAL AIR STATION, NORTH ISLAND, CORONADO, CALIFORNIA
NAS NORTH ISLAND, CORONADO (SAN DIEGO) CALIFORNIA was my first duty station as a sailor in the U.S. Navy. I was stationed at this great duty station from the summer of 1960 until the autumn of 1961. In August of 1961, I received orders to Japan. I was thrilled beyond my ability to express myself. It was my lifelong dream come true.
THIS IS NOT MY PHOTO. IT IS FROM WIKIPEDIA.
MY FIRST DUTY STATION IN THE USN--WORTH WAITING FOR
MY FIRST DUTY STATION IN THE USN--WORTH WAITING FOR
When I graduated from boot camp at USNTC in San Diego in early summer of 1960, I was placed in a transient status awaiting orders. I was disappointed. While most of the guys in my company had their orders in hand and were heading off to tin cans, aircraft carriers and various other vessels, I was stuck in a status of uncertainty. Why didn't I have orders to some ship, or a service school? When I was interviewed while in boot camp, and asked what kind of duty I wanted, I told the interviewer I would like to be onboard a destroyer that went from one port to another, preferably in the far east. I was anxious to get underway, to smell the brine of the sea spray as the prow of a small vessel like a DD or DDE divided the sea on the way to Hong Kong or Sasebo.
NO, I didn't step into a three star command like COMNAVAIRPAC when I finally got my orders. As an E-2, a Seaman Apprentice, I was sent across the San Diego Bay and reported for duty in the Flag Administrative Unit of COMNAVAIRPAC. To make a long story short, my first duty position was typing out what was then called the Plan of the Day, the POD. It was short and sweet in that I listed the uniform of the day as per the season, the menu, as per the head cook of the air station and other information that was pertinent to sailors and officers who were stationed on North Island in 1960--50 years ago.
It is strange that the older one becomes, the more pristine and clear are the memories of times long passed. I don't mimd the memories. My only complaint is that the memories are all behind me. I wished they were still ahead. But such is life. Enjoy it while young and fit.
yokohama
yokohama by kosukeszk
yokohama
1羽だけ逆向き。
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This is one of the best photographs of the old HIKAWA MARU that I have ever seen. The gulls on the lines are a bonus. You are one excellent photographer. My congratulations to you for your capture of a ship I saw for the first time in 1961. Yokohama was and remains one of my favorite cities.
This is a memory that is fond and one that is bittersweet. It was near this ship, in Yamashita Park, where my love and I walked hand in hand time and again in the 60s
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
YOKOHAMA'S YAMASHITA PARK, Painted on site 1962
A SHORT AND PERSONAL HISTORY OF MY LIFE ABOARD A TRAMP STEAMER By Robert L. Huffstutter
Back in the mid 1950s when I was a restless teenager and bored as hell with Kansas City, I wanted to get out of town and start living. I soon learned, passing Lawrence, Kansas, that I was going to have get a hell of a lot farther than Lawrence, Kansas to start seeing the world. And I had heard about tramp steamers. My English teacher back then, Mr. Smith, had mentioned the romance of the world of tramp steamers, so when I got home from my little trip to Lawrence without meeting any college cheerleaders, I started reading about tramp steamers and where I could find one that would sign me on so I could get to Hong Kong or Yokohama to start having some fun. Work? Sure, yes, I could work, I was young, and though not a giant, I could lift boxes and toss them up and aft and wherever, the kind of work I assumed would make up the life of a seaman.
Where does one go to find a tramp steamer I asked myself as I researched the library's reference section. No, I couldn't get to some English seaport to catch a steamer, besides they probably had all the help they needed. Was I longshoreman? I was barely a teenager, but maybe I could become a cabinboy. Afterall, didn't all the Naval heros start out as cabinboys, at least before we became free from the English? Going out of the country wouldn't work. I would have to find a port city in the USA to sign on. My aunt told me I should reconsider, finish school, get a real job. I wouldn't want to end up as a truckdriver would I? She said I would need a good education if I wanted to make more than $5 or $6 dollars an hour. I ought to try to get on at the steel mill where they were paying $7 an hour. That didn't appeal to me because I knew some friends whose dads worked there and they said it was hotter than hell inside those huge buildings. How about the BOP Plant at Leeds, not faraway. They built Buicks, Olds and Pontiacs. Well, I knew you had to be 18 and I didn't want to wait, I wanted to get on a ship where I could see the world, a tramp steamer. The idea appealed to me. I had just read Orwell's Down and Out In London and Paris and I figured Paris would be a great place to be down and out in, if only I could get there. Yes, I could start painting, meet a French woman, hang out in bistros and cabarets and have fun. And sooner or later, I would become famous, like that guy with the big nose that went to Tahiti and painted island women barely clad. Yes.
R.L.HUFFSTUTTER
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
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