Our Photo Journey is a friendly competition.
The year: 1947. Girl on a bicycle: John’s sister, Rosann. The boy: John. Camera: Kodak box 127.
A very snowy 1946 saw my sister and me playing in the snow until our tiny hands were frozen.
The year was 1939 when Lois’s father and grandfather had a good day fishing.
Another cold night. Time to bring out the keepsake blanket knitted by John’s mom.
We were on our way out the door when Suzi said . . .
I’ll be fine when you’re gone
I’ll just cry all night long, say it isn’t true
And don’t it make my brown eyes blue
Our grand dog Suzi feigns interest in son Ted on our deck; actually, she really wants to chase the rabbit sitting beyond in our back yard.
Our boys still share the last ginger bread boy.
Dear Friends & Family,
We parked the two old Triumphs and readied the newer Mazda as we prepare to continue our backroads pursuit of images to capture with our cameras. Despite the vagaries of age, we are blessed with good health and continue to enjoy retirement. May you pursue your chosen roads blessed with good health, love and happiness.
John & Lois
Little brother is no longer the little brother.
Sometimes a flu shot just isn’t enough. Lots of fluids, rest and . . . tissues.
John lounges with a cup of coffee near the pub in the Fox Cities British Car Club clubhouse.
The Triumph TR250K is one of a kind. It was built as a prototype to compete with the Porsche 911 at the 1968 Sebring Races by Triumph Director of Motorsports Kas Kastner and designer Peter Brock. It led the 911s for the first three hours, but then a failed mag wheel took out a brake caliper and the lack of replacement parts forced it to retire.
John and son Charlie were amazed and fascinated by the car at Road America.
A shiny stainless steel transporter reflected not only its cargo, but also a pair of amateur photographers as well.
John and Dan peruse a program from another 1963 production, The Rivalry. They portrayed Douglas and Lincoln respectively in the play based on the Lincoln-Douglas debates.
Our 1980 Triumph TR8 frequently transports us on our photo journeys through rural WI.
Spectators made a fashion statement on the raceway’s observation tower as they found shelter from an early morning rain shower.
No Road America jaunt is complete without a stop at Scoops in Chilton on the way home.
The devilish driver has been waiting all winter to have fun once again at the Road America spring vintage races. The time has come. Finally. Fun!
Sometimes we feel more comfortable asking permission to photograph. When we do, we identify ourselves by offering our card.
John’s father and aunt take a break while working in a field during the 1930s. Not sure, but looks like pretty small potatoes to us. Another old photo restoration.
A restoration of a 1930s photo of John’s mom and sister on his mom’s family farm. Although not around yet until a few years after this photo was taken, John does remember pitching wheat bundles onto a horse drawn wagon years later when he worked on that farm during his teens.
John was about to give greenroom notes to his adolescent actors before a performance of Inherit the Wind. This is a 1970s photo scanned and processed and no, John was not in costume.
Corners by Wendy