A very friendly watcher of the eclipse, part of our crowd in Hebo, Oregon. She’d come from Salt Lake City. I didn’t get her name, which I now regret. This is about 15 minutes after totality, and I just liked the way the light was falling on her, and she was kind enough to say Yes when I asked to take her picture.
Overheard from this gentleman in the Café Imperial as negotiators — including the Iranians, for the first time — had talks regarding Syria a few floors above. In the Hotel Imperial, Vienna.
So there I was, at a campaign rally in UCLA’s Pauley Pavilion, the night before the US presidential election — Monday, 7 Nov 1988. We were all there to support (or cover) Mike Dukakis, the Democratic candidate for president. And I hear a voice behind me, “Oh, my god! Jerry (Brown, the then-former Governor of California) is talking to Pat! (Also Brown, also a former Governor of California, and Jerry’s father.) He hasn’t done that for years!”
I turned right around, and made this picture. Because I knew, first names by themselves or not, just who was being spoken about.
Sometimes the value of a picture is in the caption, not the picture itself. So here it is — a quasi-estranged son talking to his father. A little blurry, and definitely artless.
Taken at the California Ballroom of the Westin Bonaventure in Los Angeles, on the night of the first Federal observation of Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday.