Speaking of oral, here's a picture of a woman blowing a soap bubble.
IMG0102K is another lost but well remembered image. She was the lover of a friend of my sister, and the three of them were visiting me in Baltimore. This is on the patio near the gazebo where I photographed Jake. My favorite 4x5 inch exposure is a close-up of the bark of the tree behind her; it is one of the few large format negatives I have left, and one that I will have digitized Real Soon Now.
I can still recall the contact sheet from this session ... there were at least a dozen frames of her blowing soap bubbles, some caught in the moment of bursting, but blurred, half inflated, and unrecognizable for what they were. His name was Moose - I forget hers. Anyway, a few months later they parted, my sister took up with Moose, and they moved to Seattle. I really liked him, better than any of her other lovers or husbands before or since. I thought that he would be good for my sister, and that he could make her very happy, but it didn't last very long. I don't remember why.
I guess this was taken about a year before the
Stokely Charmichael picture.
18-Sep-95 - I found an 8x10 print of this image a few months
ago. It's cropped a bit diferently, and it has brown chemical
stains from insufficient washing, but it's still better for viewing
the subtlety of the refections in the soap bubble. It's one of
a bunch of scans I did on 06-May-95, a year after my stroke.
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