tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461963482725202534.post1669186856952019497..comments2024-01-27T01:08:48.776-05:00Comments on Tim Connor: Elaine Mayes: From hippies to hawaiiTim Connorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09093257932816782629noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461963482725202534.post-48159759380654188592020-05-08T02:55:49.384-04:002020-05-08T02:55:49.384-04:00My name is not Mary; i do not know why the compute...My name is not Mary; i do not know why the computer put that. <br />Best Wishes, Eileen, the Hooley Queenmaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794003102436683107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461963482725202534.post-43157656888973720342020-05-08T02:53:08.092-04:002020-05-08T02:53:08.092-04:00I am in the photo of the "Communal Group"...I am in the photo of the "Communal Group" the girl in the middle with my hair pulled back. It was 1968. I was able to locate Elaine in 2017, the Anniversary of the Summer of Love (in 1967) We e-mailed one another, and then spoke on the phone. It had never occurred to me, all those years after computers became popular,to try to find Elaine. I was shocked at how easy it was. I was excited to speak to her and learn that she had been in touch with one other of the subjects in the photo. I also know where she is: still in the SF Bay Area. Of the ones I knew well: one is living in Los Angeles and we keep in touch. The other died 13 yrs. ago. We had kept in touch and were close. Both happy and sad memories. My children are 35, 40, and 48. They think it is funny that I was a Hippie. My grandson is 20. Happy Trails to all of you out there,<br />Eileen maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794003102436683107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461963482725202534.post-11709484632354231752012-01-29T00:02:16.786-05:002012-01-29T00:02:16.786-05:00Linda, Thanks so much for writing! It's really...Linda, Thanks so much for writing! It's really a rush for me too to get mail back from the void. It's shocking to realize 1968 was 44 years ago. Far out, rilly (ha).<br /><br />I'm glad we made it. Wish you the very best of the rest.<br />TimTim Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09093257932816782629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461963482725202534.post-23153175601832411512012-01-28T14:36:52.536-05:002012-01-28T14:36:52.536-05:00Hi Tim -- Imagine my surpise when I stumbled upon ...Hi Tim -- Imagine my surpise when I stumbled upon this page and saw MY LIVING ROOM in the second photo<br />from the top (Kathleen and Damien).<br />In my hazy memory of that day, I had run into the photgrapher, Elaine Mayes, on Haight Street, and invited her and who-remembers-how-many others up to my apartment to take photos of moms and babies.<br />As it turns out, the photo Elaine took of me and my baby Darcy is found on several websites, such as:<br /><br />http://www.stevenkasher.com/html/exhibresults.asp?exnum=1013&exname=ELAINE+MAYES%3A+Haight%2DAshbury+Portraits&offset=18<br /><br />What a memory rush to see myself and my daughter from back then. <br /><br />Thanks so much for posting these pix!<br /><br />Linda (Buskirk) GrossAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461963482725202534.post-25382586002638659092007-05-02T11:21:00.000-04:002007-05-02T11:21:00.000-04:00Interesting how sometimes what viewers like can ca...Interesting how sometimes what viewers like can cause us to alter our artistic vision. <BR/><BR/>I've hardly been participating in the flickr community lately and comments have died down dramatically. It doesn't bother me though, I think I am going through some artistic changes and that sometimes makes everything feel so pointless and blah, I just can't muster up the enthusiasm to participate, right now. <BR/><BR/>Anyway, sorry to have gotten off track. Thanks for the answer!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461963482725202534.post-80545395791922378302007-04-30T00:44:00.000-04:002007-04-30T00:44:00.000-04:00Terri & Christine, It was about color. It was duri...Terri & Christine, It was about color. It was during the period I had named myself "colorstalker" on fotolog. Since I had gained the ability to process in PS & print at home I had been cranking the saturation to 10 or 12 on most colors, going for images that popped & blazed. It was an exaggeration of my real style then -- I was very strongly a colorist & had come to particularly favor the fierce light of late afternoon -- but it was an exaggeration. I had some notion that I wanted to depict a world more intense, more emotional, than the one we walk around in. But I hadn't really thought it through. What I knew was that viewers liked the eye-popping color. It was popular. I was the colorstalker. Well, Elaine wasn't buying it. She praised my images but even though she didn't say so, I could tell the supersaturated prints really bothered her. Her method was socratic -- she never challenged my choices or even gave an opinion, just asked a few questions, & I suddenly realized I agreed -- the cranked colors were a gimmick (for me). They were saying something I didn't want to say about the images. Taking something away from the images. Well, since then I haven't foregone color or my love of harsh dramatic light (hardly). I'm still a colorist, but I think about it differently. I can be happy with a very different look now. And even if it is that late-afternoon raking sunlight on brightly painted walls kind of image, I rarely do more than lightly tweak the colors now, almost never crank the saturation of any color past 4 or 5 & often not at all. <BR/><BR/>So I hope that answers your question. Thanks for asking.Tim Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09093257932816782629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461963482725202534.post-76763205109530830292007-04-23T09:50:00.000-04:002007-04-23T09:50:00.000-04:00Interesting and her work is fascinating. I didn't...Interesting and her work is fascinating. I didn't do the hippie look in those times. I was more almost militant feminist which had it's own style(s). What strange and wonderful days. I still think it's time for all of us to get back on the streets, gray hair, arthritis, and all. <BR/><BR/>I had exactly the same question as terri lynnChristine (CA)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01786416112275691298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461963482725202534.post-41714179791546982242007-04-23T09:30:00.000-04:002007-04-23T09:30:00.000-04:00I'd be interested to know what she said in her cri...I'd be interested to know what she said in her critique of your work and how and why it changed things for you?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461963482725202534.post-46900741927242317932007-04-21T16:58:00.000-04:002007-04-21T16:58:00.000-04:00I didn't realize that you are the same age as me.I...I didn't realize that you are the same age as me.<BR/>In 1967 I travelled all the way out to Berkley in a woody Chevrolet that I bought for $100. What strikes me about the fashions of those times were the comfortable plainess of clothes; the way we all parted our hair in the middle and thought we looked so cool. What is it about black and white photos that always hits the bulls eye when you look back in time ?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461963482725202534.post-69322568816478802462007-04-21T07:21:00.000-04:002007-04-21T07:21:00.000-04:00that first photo is especially riveting.that first photo is especially riveting.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com