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I stopped by Winchester Bay on my way home from Coos Bay, after the sunset. The water was like glass. The air warm and still.
It was a great day to live in Oregon.
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I stopped by Winchester Bay on my way home from Coos Bay, after the sunset. The water was like glass. The air warm and still.
It was a great day to live in Oregon.
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This is the only photo I have of Danny, but it's the only one I really need. It's exactly how I want to remember him...sitting around the campfire. This is where he was at his best. This is where I learned the most from him. I sat around campfires with Danny since I was in fourth grade. He would take me camping with Rick and Scott to Wolf Creek. Our families would camp together at the Chetco. I took my family to camp with him and Gayle and Rick and Devine at Belknap the last several years. I learned as much from him the last time I saw him as the first.
Danny Martin was a one-of-a-kind individual. He was good at everything he did. He never cut corners. He was one of the toughest men I've ever known. His hands were huge and strong to point of having legendary status. He taught me what the meaning of tough was. He was a born leader.
I always liked how proud he was of everyone he loved. I always liked how he told stories about Rick and Scott's achievements as if they had left the room, but were sitting next to him.
I loved the way he told stories. They were always about the people he cared about. I loved stories about Pete, and my grandfather, Russ, on the waterfront. I liked stories about Rick, Rod and I in high school...he remembered everything.
I'm in disbelief that he has passed. Of all the people I know his age, I would have bet the farm he would have outlasted them all. The only solace I have is that he lived everyday as if it was his last. He was always industrious and responsible, and yet mindful of having fun. He made having fun an art form. He worked at having fun harder than I work at work.
I will dearly miss him, just as I miss my own grandfather.
Sitting around a campfire will never be the same for me.
Tom
Obit:
Danny J. Martin
Sept. 21, 1942 - April 29, 2005
A memorial service for Danny J. Martin, 62, of North Bend, will be held at noon on Saturday, May 7, at North Bend High School gymnasium. Danny was cremated and his ashes will be scattered at a later date.
Danny was born on Sept. 21, 1942, to James L. and Ruth (Kissinger) Martin, in Antioch, Calif. He died April 29, 2005, in Prineville.
He moved to Oregon in 1950. After graduating from high school, he went to work at Weyerhaeuser for a few years. He then went into the longshoring profession, from which he worked for 35 years. He retired from longshoring in 1998. He married his loving and devoted wife, Gayle, in 1963.
He was active in the International Longshore and Warehouse Union, Local No. 12; served as the North Bay Rural Fire Protection District volunteer fire chief from 1972 to 1992; and on the North Bay RFPD board from 1992 to 1998.
He is survived by his wife, and sons and daughters-in-law, Scott and Sheri Martin of Reno, Nev., and Rick and Devine Martin of Powell Butte; and grandchildren, Bryson, Kelsee, Zachary and Sheldon. He also is survived by his brother and sister-in-law, Roger and Karen Martin of Bend; sister and brother-in-law, Ruth Ann and Lee Goddard of Brush Prairie, Wash.; and several nieces and nephews.
The family suggests memorial contributions to the Firefighters Memorial in care of City of Coos Bay Finance Department, 500 Central Ave., Coos Bay, OR 97420; or to a charity of choice.
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This photo was taken during a parade in Eugene, Ore., in 1929 on Willamette Street. It shows my grandmother, Margie, with her six sisters, Eva, Helen, Donna, Ethel, Edna, and Ione. I'm not sure which order they're in and there are a couple unknown children in the wagon. The parade probably had something to do with the 70th Anniversary of the statehood of Oregon that took place in 1859. At this date only Eva, Helen, Donna and Margie remain.
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Greg has five head of cattle. Today he checked the ass. This one's pregnant. Her sack was full and her teats swollen he said.
In a few weeks a freezer full of steaks and hamburger will come my way.
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I was going through some old photos and had totally forgot that I shot the Dalai Lama few years back.
I've never really used these photos outside of the paper because I used a D1 at high iso. It looks pretty good on the web but wouldn't make much of a print.
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This fellow is named Roger. He's a drinker. When I met him he was living on a loading dock. I lost track of him for months. I left my card at the "candy store" where he shopped regularly. He called and we met for coffee. He told of how he passed out and woke up paralyzed. The doctors told him his body was dangously lacking the nutrients necessary for life. They put him on i.v. and vitamins and he got better. He said, "I was drinking too much."
I don't know what happened to him since.
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I shot this guy several years ago. He's a logger from Cottage Grove. He had a can of Oly in his back pocket. I found him clam digging in Charleston. He laughed a lot and taught his grandkids the nuances of catching a clam in the mudflats, just as my grandfather did.
He's an Oregonian.
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Sol goes all the way to Miami to pick up his POYi award. I wanted to go and get mine too, but I couldn't. I asked him to send me some photos of his experience..and this what I get...a Waffle House.
It could be Seaside, Oregon, except for the sun, of course.
Photo by Sol Neelman
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A few months after covering the Rock 'n' Roll Soldiers for The Register-Guard, I went to see them live at the W.O.W. Hall in Eugene. I shot a few snaps on my 20D and my 24/1.4 from backstage. Then, some cat from New York called and said he wanted to use it for their EP coming coming out. I sold it to them for a ridicuously low price and sure enough they used it on the cover.
These guys are gonna be huge...straight to the moon!
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This was shot during the Rhody Fest in Florence at the infamous Wharf for the America 24/7 book project.
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Here's a shot from the third scrimmage of Oregon's Spring Football Scrimmage.
It's amazing to me how many fans show up for these so-called games. I don't think there is much to be learned from them.
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I shot this as part of the America 24/7 book project. It didn't make the cut.
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David Hume Kennerly has 679 of his photos on display at the Hotel Lucia in Portland, Ore. In a hotel where every room has original art, the only "art" they mention by name in their brochure is Kennerly's.
Here's what it says: 679 Photographs of the twentieth century's most famous and infamous are on permanent display at the Hotel Lucia. All the work of Pulitzer Prixe winning photojournalist David Hume Kennerly.
I love that Kennerly was able to convice someone that his photojournalism could be worthy of display in this beautiful hotel. I love that not only did they use 12 of his photographs as the centerpiece art in their lobby, they display his work in most, if not all, of the rooms.
I am in complete awe of Kennerly's ability to convince important people of the value of his photojournalism. I think that skill alone is at least as valuable as his ability to shoot pictures.
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While Carrie shops, I stand outside on the street and shoot pictures.
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Happy 41st.
Carrie and I had lunch at Papa Hayden's to start her "birthday weekend'.
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Loyal customer Justin Corley, left, stops by to chat with Bruno Bersani at his hotdog stand. Bersani is a former member of the Eugene music scene who played alongside the Cherry Poppin' Daddies and other bands from the 1980s and 1990s. Now he's the guy who sells hotdogs to innebriated Eugene scenesters every Thursday and Friday night at Broadway and Olive
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Here's another shot from the Oregon Track and Field preview I shot for The Register-Guard.
Caption: University of Oregon volunteer coach Mark Vanderville, white shirt, will work with Duck pole vaulters Emily Enders, left, Jon Derby, Tommy Skipper, and Hannah Moore, right.