My specialty is news and documentary-style photography. My photos tell stories. C I began my career as a staff photographer for the Middlesex (now MetroWest) Daily News in the Boston suburbs through the 1970’s. I’m now back in business as a photographer.
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Having gone untouched for countless years, rgetter.com (a.k.a. ric@large – I’m not even sure if I’m going to keep that name, what do you think?) is finally becoming active again. I was afraid my stories were going to be lost in the crowd on SubStack, so I figured this may be a better place for them.
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One of my favorite places to take pictures (and just hang out). Most of these are from the Big Island. Others are from Waikiki, Maui, and Kauai.
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They were both in the science club and the band, neither of them was popular nor had access to any of the popular cliques. But they were the kind that didn’t care too much about that as long as they kept clear of the school bullies.
Ron still had problems with them at times because being of just less than average height, thin and unathletic, wearing glasses that were a little too thick, and perhaps a few steps too far from their aggressive male stereotype. He made a good target. Alicia didn’t seem to mind the teasing she faced, however. She had a pleasant face, dark blond hair that curled naturally but just a little too much to manage and was what a polite adult would call “heavy set.”
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“441B North to X-ray,” Mr. McKee called out, hanging up the phone and turning to us who were sitting around, a bit cramped in the office/mailroom that was our base. It was a slow morning so most of us were there. Mr. McKee was great, a career Army noncom, retired after decades serving. Among ourselves, we called him Sarge. He was infallibly fair, almost unflappable, and when he did get frustrated, he was careful not to direct it at anyone (in the room, anyway) and came up with some creative, colorful, expressions to express his displeasure that were always acceptable in mixed company.
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Some photos from the Banks, Oregon High School graduation and Portland Coummunity College’s 2025 Commencement ceremony. As with high school sports, it’s impossible for me to take pictures at one of these events without getting caught up in it. The huge meaning it has for so many people radiates so strongly the power is impossible to escape.
There are going to be a lot of different kinds of photos here, from lots of different places. I’m still working out many of the finer points of posting photo galleries on WordPress, so this is just a teaser.
As you would expect, click on any photo to see a full-screen version. Sports photos are Copyright © Valley Times 2024-2025.
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The process can be a lot smoother and faster if you come prepared. You can do the most time-consuming parts before you get to the store. More importantly, you can avoid having to go back to complete the process.
I recently changed back to my original carrier after trying out a new one. (My neighborhood has awful cell reception, being blocked by a hill.) It was a case of, “I should have learned from the last time,” I didn’t, but here’s a simple rundown of steps so you can.
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Edith stood up abruptly and smoothed her skirt, though it was the kind of pleated wool, tartan plaid that had no need of smoothing. It was just an unconscious motion she performed, like a nonverbal paragraph break. It let her remove herself from the preceding few minutes and begin a new subject. She was doing what she was brought up to do. She turned and looked down at him, still sitting on the park bench and told him matter-of-factly, “As I said, we’re just friends.” She only looked at him long enough to complete that brief statement before she turned to walk away down the quiet path that led out of the park.
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Though this is indeed a bit morbid, I couldn’t think of a better place to start off something called The Boomer Blog. If it’s gonna’ start with a bang, it might as well be a big one. It shall begin with them, or at least our generation’s innate fear of them.
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