An experiment: a book in form of a blog
(Remember, this reads up from the bottom, except for these two pictures.)


(All photos in this series are proof scans of somewhat damaged negatives.)

My friend Fred Chez came from southern Oregon and played
football, although he never became an All-American like his brother. We both made photographs, and wanted to make some in Mexico. He had a car.

Before crossing the border at Nogales, Fred wanted to visit his friend Jack Switzer, at Jack’s ranch on the Hassayampa River near Wickenburg, Arizona. Switzer lived alone there in the heat. So we went that way.






Fred rides "Blue," the gentlest horse on the Switzer ranch. At one point, Jack grabbed another horse’s erect penis and said "Forget it, Joker. You’re a gelding, not a stud." So I learned what a gelding was.


(To be continued)