This is a repost of an entry from several years ago. I couldn’t resist.
It’s Christmas Day. December 25 1953. We were posing for a family portrait in the driveway of our next-door neighbors’ house. He was a photographer with a darkroom set up on the side of their garage, and produced several wonderful images of our house over the years they lived there.
Yes, that’s me in Santa’s latest delivery, a new cowboy outfit, complete with toy gun and fake boots that were really just covers that slide down on top of my regular shoes, if I recall correctly.
And a friend commented: “Check Waialae Iki and Hawaii Loa in background – with nary a structure. Nice.”
It’s a whole image that certainly smacks of some kind of weird, media-driven cultural colonialism that obviously spread to our little spot on these tiny islands far from Hollywood’s cowboy fantasies.
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To quote the late Alan Rickman in the Christmas classic Die Hard: “Who are you, mystery man? Just another American who saw too many movies as a child? Another orphan of a bankrupt culture who thinks he’s John Wayne?” 😉
Adore the picture!
Beautiful family
Yes!