My usual schedule was interrupted last week – more on that at the end of this post. This is a bit different from my usual posts. I was asked to give a lecture in a few weeks, one that would reflect on the arc of my career. So I’ve been spending time looking over images that I haven’t given thought to for a long, long time. I’ve decided to present a random handful, the results of my first round of digging and exploring (hey – isn’t that the way I describe my fossil finds – “digging and exploring”!).
For those who might think I’m a bit “obsessed” with the world of fossils let me share some of these earlier (non-fossil) works. Starting with the opening image, this was a Brooklyn street scene, a festival in fact, viewed from atop the monument in Grand Army Plaza. (kids and chalk!)
This next handful deal with old sites, each with their own character.
Two from Ellis Island before restoration. The haunting imprint of the millions who passed through these rooms was palpable.
A long abandoned farmhouse on the high plains of Montana.
Even longer ago (1250 A.D.), the abandoned community of Chaco Canyon, one of the oldest known sites in North America.
An altar at the Metropolitan Museum’s Cloisters, an incorporation of five medieval European cloisters.
And, lastly, more recent ruins – an abandoned and cannibalized rocket gantry from Cape Canaveral.
I also photographed many people, some famous, some not, all very interesting, nonetheless.
A New Mexico rancher during a wind elk roundup.
A few American treasures:
And finally, one more American treasure, a deeply personal one.
ARTHUR A. MURPHY, SR.
In the predawn hour of March 10, my Dad passed away, quietly and peacefully in his sleep after a period of debilitating illness. He was eighty-five years old. All he ever wanted in his lifetime was to be a good husband and father. He cared for us selflessly and, happily, he achieved his goal. He was a fine and decent man and I will miss him greatly.