MIKE BAIRD IS ONE OF THE WEST COAST'S MOST TALENTED BEACH PHOTOGRAPHERS. This is my opinion, but I am partial to the beaches. He shoots some other great scenes. Take a look at his photos by hooking on to the link below. The photo here is what I call an "art photo" of an impressionistic genre. It is a beauty....
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Sunset over Estero Bay, Morro Bay, CA 11-30-06, photo by Mike Baird, bairdphotos.com
Uploaded by mikebaird on 18 Dec 06, 10.12PM PDT.
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SANTA MONICA on 28 March 1964
...Oh', I could mention that my reason for selecting this photograph for this blog was because I finally found out the name of the hotel on the beach I so well remember when I arrived in Santa Monica, but that would be less than truthful.
Yes, I am happy to have learned that the hotel one sees in this scene is the Hotel Monica, but what puzzles me still is the color. No matter how hard I try, I cannot come up with the color, but something tells me it was white.
Now, about the real reason I selected this photo. Notice how the young lady with the long, gorgeous hair is standing, as if she had just captured the head of BLMISC Club*.
Without a doubt, she has plans for her captive. Keep in mind, Muscle Beach is only a couple of stones throw from where she is so gallantly standing with her toes curled around the young and handsome man whose expression is one of imaginative anticipation and surpressed glee.
If this photograph does not create a lustful thought or two in my mind, I would be too old to remember what fun it was to be young and on the beach in sunny southern California.
* Best Looking Men In Southern California
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MY GRATITUDE TO LANCE AND CROMWELL for permission to exhibit this photo, and others too, in my several online blogs or photo journals. Thank you for your patience with my intense enthusiasm for your great work then, and now. Readers can link to Lance and Cromwells Flickr Photostream by clicking on the highlighted text below________________________________________________
SANTA MONICA on 28 March 1964
WOMAN ON YOUR MIND!!! In the park adjacent ot "Muscle Beach" and near the Santa Monica Pier. Photo project for state college photo journalism class back in 1964.
Uploaded by Lance & Cromwell on 16 Mar 09, 6.48PM PDT.
Yes, I am happy to have learned that the hotel one sees in this scene is the Hotel Monica, but what puzzles me still is the color. No matter how hard I try, I cannot come up with the color, but something tells me it was white.
Now, about the real reason I selected this photo. Notice how the young lady with the long, gorgeous hair is standing, as if she had just captured the head of BLMISC Club*.
Without a doubt, she has plans for her captive. Keep in mind, Muscle Beach is only a couple of stones throw from where she is so gallantly standing with her toes curled around the young and handsome man whose expression is one of imaginative anticipation and surpressed glee.
If this photograph does not create a lustful thought or two in my mind, I would be too old to remember what fun it was to be young and on the beach in sunny southern California.
* Best Looking Men In Southern California
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MY GRATITUDE TO LANCE AND CROMWELL for permission to exhibit this photo, and others too, in my several online blogs or photo journals. Thank you for your patience with my intense enthusiasm for your great work then, and now. Readers can link to Lance and Cromwells Flickr Photostream by clicking on the highlighted text below________________________________________________
SANTA MONICA on 28 March 1964
WOMAN ON YOUR MIND!!! In the park adjacent ot "Muscle Beach" and near the Santa Monica Pier. Photo project for state college photo journalism class back in 1964.
Uploaded by Lance & Cromwell on 16 Mar 09, 6.48PM PDT.
SANTA MONICA 28 March 1964
A BRIEF ESSAY ABOUT YOUTHFUL MEMORIES AND REALITY By Robert L. Huffstutter
There is a nostaligic charm of a bittersweet nature that beckons me back to these photos posted by Lance and Cromwell.
Time and again, I return to view this marvelous set of photos. It is not only the lust and the wishful thinking that lures my aged mind to return to the promenade, it is the overall mistique of the set that takes me back in time if I simply close my eyes for a few moments after viewing.
It is as though I hear the voices of the youth drifting up from the surf to tantalize my senses; it is as though I catch a breeze that is carrying a Kosher submarine sandwich combined with the scent of 60s tanning lotion. My olfactatory elements are almost ready to blow a fuse from the intensity of this illusionary scene.
I close my eyes and relax; I doze off brief only to awake to find a dove looking at me with more curiosity than I care to describe. Several moments pass. The dove's mate lights beside the other.
It is good to have such fond memories. It is good to be alive and able to remember those youthful, joyful days when my eyes met the eyes of many of my peers and generated a lustful wish.
Perhaps, perhaps there is more to lust than one might want to admit, at least publicly, but it is a writer's duty to record the reality of the past and the present.
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MY GRATITUDE TO LANCE AND CROMWELL FOR PERMISSION TO USE THIS MOST OUTSTANDING PHOTOGRAPH IN MY BLOG.
SANTA MONICA 28 March 1964
Photo project for state college photo journalism class back in 1964.
Uploaded by Lance & Cromwell on 16 Mar 09, 6.36PM PDT.
There is a nostaligic charm of a bittersweet nature that beckons me back to these photos posted by Lance and Cromwell.
Time and again, I return to view this marvelous set of photos. It is not only the lust and the wishful thinking that lures my aged mind to return to the promenade, it is the overall mistique of the set that takes me back in time if I simply close my eyes for a few moments after viewing.
It is as though I hear the voices of the youth drifting up from the surf to tantalize my senses; it is as though I catch a breeze that is carrying a Kosher submarine sandwich combined with the scent of 60s tanning lotion. My olfactatory elements are almost ready to blow a fuse from the intensity of this illusionary scene.
I close my eyes and relax; I doze off brief only to awake to find a dove looking at me with more curiosity than I care to describe. Several moments pass. The dove's mate lights beside the other.
It is good to have such fond memories. It is good to be alive and able to remember those youthful, joyful days when my eyes met the eyes of many of my peers and generated a lustful wish.
Perhaps, perhaps there is more to lust than one might want to admit, at least publicly, but it is a writer's duty to record the reality of the past and the present.
_____________________________________________________
MY GRATITUDE TO LANCE AND CROMWELL FOR PERMISSION TO USE THIS MOST OUTSTANDING PHOTOGRAPH IN MY BLOG.
SANTA MONICA 28 March 1964
Photo project for state college photo journalism class back in 1964.
Uploaded by Lance & Cromwell on 16 Mar 09, 6.36PM PDT.
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