One of My Heroes

"The saving of our world from pending doom will come, not through the complacent adjustments of the conforming majority, but through the creative maladjustment of a nonconforming minority."
We must"...develop an overriding loyalty to mankind as a whole..."

"We can no longer afford to worship the god of hate or bow before the alter of retaliation."


"A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death."


"I may not get there with you, ...but we as a people will get to the promised land."

"Now let us begin. Now let us rededicate ourselves to the long and bitter, but beautiful struggle for a new world."

Day of the Dead

Halloween and Day of the Dead are big holidays in the Zoo City. Halloween knocked me out, and I missed shooting Saturday night, as I was in recovery mode. Old and slow is part of my profile, and I may need to add "sometimes can't go." I was ready to roll for Day of the Dead, on Sunday, and to prove it here's a quick recap. As always there are more images on the flickr archive here.


The rain did not keep hardy citizens from crowding Higgins for the fun, as the parade marched down to Caras Park. I liked the colored reflections, but worried about the camera getting wet.



There were skeletons and ghostly apparitions,





peace groups,
jugglers and fire dancers,


Was that Gabriel blowing his horn? No, just another old Zoo Town native sounding off for the event. I started the afternoon walking across Higgins Bridge to shoot the mandala. After visiting Butterfly, walking to the depot and following the parade back down the street, the people covering the mandala were my last shots, before I walked over the river and headed home.

Jeannette Rankin Peace Party

The Peace Center held a Peace Party in Caras Park.


Tom and the Tomatoes provided the music, hints of eastern Europe, klezmer and gypsy.



It was another triumph!

Confession, Peace and Flowers

Confession: I'm an old hippie, as you may have guessed, just when you thought we were all dead and gone. Why did the hippies move to Missoula? There's no work. Oh yeah, that's funny. I moved here to study photography.

There's another war on, and I'm repeating an old message: peace and flowers.