Do These Photos Say Cape?

I have a friend who was looking for some stock photos of Cape to use as headers on a web page. I started poking around and came up with these old and new photos that I think capture some of the spirit of the town.

The biggest challenge was finding pictures that would fit the exact format shape – a skinny horizontal.

Photographers HATE to shoot for shape

Photographers HATE going out to shoot for shape. We always figured that was a sign that the page designer was too lazy to work with the most story-telling photos on deadline. He wanted to dummy the page early so he could go home early.

Photographers, of course, believe that every photograph is perfectly composed. Some would express that conceit by printing their photos “full frame” with black borders that indicated that the picture had not been cropped. (Guilty as charged.)

Of course, as a guy who had to do his own layouts, I found that sometimes cropping the photo made the page look a lot better. It was OK if I did it; it was a mortal sin if someone else did it.

Photo gallery

Since I’m not exactly sure what my friend is looking for, I’ve pulled together photos that you’ve seen before and some that were in the pipeline. I’m curious to see what you think best says “Cape Girardeau.”

If she uses any, I’ll post the website address. As always, click on any photo to make it larger, then click on the left or right side to move through the gallery.

 

Alien Roundup

I wasn’t exactly sure what was supposed to happen Saturday night. Was there going to be earthquake? Zombie invasion? People headed to heaven?

At any rate, I decided to hedge my bets and not do a blog post before heading out for a bicycle ride on Lake Okeechobee with three friends. I mean, why work if you’re not sure anybody is going to be around to see it in the morning.

When we got back to town around 1 a.m., it was obvious that I still had readers left and that I was going to have to post something.

Is this a zombie capture?

I have no idea what’s going on in this photo except that three guys with beards, two of them sporting stars that say “Deputy” have captured a clean-shaven guy who looks and dresses nothing like them.

It must be an alien or zombie roundup of some kind. They are obviously capturing anyone who doesn’t fit in with their community.

Feels like Jackson

The buildings in the background feel like Jackson, but I’m open to other ideas.

Since most of the towns, churches and institutions in the area were founded at about the same time, we had lots of centennial, sesquicentennial, wanna-be-enial celebrations. Some of them required men to grow beards or other facial hair or buy a badge that exempted them. This looks like one of those events. Does Brothers of the Brush sound familiar?

 

THAT’S a Scary Easter Bunny

It’s a wonder that the Boomers weren’t more traumatized than we are. Take a look at this Easter Bunny I was photographed with when I might have been two years old, at most.

The bunny is almost as odd looking as Santa was at the Illmo-Scott City Christmas party.

The Easter it rained

Here is a copy of a family 8-mm home movie that was dubbed over to VHS tape, then digitized. The quality wasn’t all that great to begin with, but you can see us scurrying around like crazy finding eggs all over the basement.

At the end of the movie is a shot of us three boys dressed for church. For the folks who are fans of 1959 Buicks (and there’s a whole website of them), there are some good shots of our car.

Hunting Easter Eggs on Cherry Hill

Here’s a video from the same era when it WASN’T raining. You can see more photos on the page I did last year about hunting eggs on Capaha Park’s Cherry Hill in the 60s.

 

David’s Christmas Bike

While looking through some old converted 8mm home movies, I ran across this snippet of Brother David getting his first bicycle. The best part is watching him polish the fingerprints off the fender at the end.

Tech note: Brother Mark moved the old 8mm movies to VHS tapes. I used an ION Audio VCR 2 PC USB VHS Video to Computer Converter to copy them to a digital file. They’ve lost something in all the gyrations (and they weren’t all that great to begin with), but they still bring back a lot of memories for me.

Bikes were part of our life

By the summer, he was riding his bike to ball games. (After pumping up the front tire.)